November 22, 2009

Frailty thy name is Woman

How lovely were the times when you were so nice
Fresh as the morning mist and tingling as the Ice
The walks we went through the pine wood forest
Holding your hand , we seldom needed rest
I held you in my arms and looked into your eyes
River of desire I could never fathom in hundred tries
Ever a mystery you remained for me till date
When you left me I could blame no one but Fate
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  2. "Ever a mystery you remained for me till date
    When you left me I could blame no one but Fat"


    once in a thousand years such lines are written. Wow, years of emotions in beans of words, sir this is one of the best of you I've seen .

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  3. @Varun Its nice of you to say this. Thanks

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