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I admire people who can write.
Stories, poems, anecdotes from life ..
I always run out of words !
And wonder what will happen at the next turn?
Life after all is not picture perfect 
There's less of unity  and more of conflict !
I wish I could write..
Of rainbows and color bright 
Of happiness and sunshine 
And frivolous things !
After all the little pleasures 
Come from these blings !



The  memories bright 
And moonlit night 
Of roses and candles
And flowers pressed tight........
Of memories 
Of another day...
How I wish....each day !

 Well another blog bites the dust :) And Robert R looks so dishy....
Two hoots to my rhymes !!

Comments

  1. Abhishikta31 March 2013 at 08:50

    tumi likhechho? :)

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  2. amrita31 March 2013 at 10:33

    :P yes, poetess !!! Dreading Abhro's remarks...thanks god for the new phone!

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  3. Abhro16 April 2013 at 08:27

    you wrote oi school e khawa dawa niye kobita ekta amar. 5mins, 5 mins, can't i have 5 mins more wala... definite upgrade! :D

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  4. amrita16 April 2013 at 08:54

    Hey what does that mean ? what khawa dawa niye kobita ?

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