Wednesday, 2 May 2012


The stone patter and roller
Live happily ever
As one bears
Grinds the other.
Fine spices
Existence fine.
No grouse,
No mine thine.

Once the patter revolts
Against the roller,
Why should I
Always bear?
Quarrelled both
And got divorced.

Time passed,
Both longed
For the past
And craved
For each other.

The ego abraded,
Came they near.
Forgetting the tears
And reign of Autumn.

Why not once again?
Let’s not encroach
Or feel jealous,
They resolved
And unites for
Another union.

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