LIMITS
Of all the people that I meet
There must be someone to whom
I must have talked to for the last time
Of all the roads I walked
There must be some road
I must have walked the last time
I am the pawn of that someone
Someone who fixed these omnipotent laws
And wove shadows and secrets, dreams and sorrows
Into this material called life
Everything has a measure, a limit
All things big and small
Everything has a timeline, a period
All relationships thick and thin
Everything has a destination, an end
All beings living and non living
Nothing is permanent
and that includes you and I
-Ananya
April 11th 2011
Monday, April 11, 2011
Limits
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4 comments:
good one !
true lines.......:)
can relate to wht uve written....sunitha
@ santiago and sneha
Thanks a lot
@ sunitha...
i'm really glad it does...its a realization poem.
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