Saturday, February 11, 2012

When things go awry

Where ever I see,
Looks dark;

Which ever star I aim at,
Falls apart;

Whatever I touch,
Turns to ashes;

Whatever I say,
Has backlashes;

Whatever path I tread,
Has a dead end;

And
Whenever I try to mend
The issues bend,
Just to take a turn,
And come back with a bang.


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