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Friday, 25 February 2011

If I could stretch my arms longer to grab it....



Was it an off-beam pick or have I been made fun of, being given this choice?
No matter what it is, I ought to consider the choice is no more
It’s the flow of time, on the track of which many an options will come
At times it fits n makes us glad, at times leaves us in the same pace as it came
At times puts us in dilemma, but at times waves from far; making us yearn for
It aches me lots - a choice in reach of my hand, yet moving away as I near it
A lot more than the one which I wished for more, but left me without an adieu
I wish if a miracle would happen, if I could stretch my arms longer to grab it

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