Wednesday, 30 March 2011

Juvenile Runaway

Riding this phase is like chess
It was and always will be a mess.
Nowadays people care li'l less,
All they want is a new dress.

Time gives choice of chances,
Health watch changes
Love questions poems,dreams..
Beauty stays away and tempts.

Fate is a juvenile runaway,
who strays night and day.
Cant get enough sway..
Try not to get sweptaway.

C'mon people lets celebrate
Let everyone in,dont be late..
Allright let us cut the cake,
Before you leave lock the gate.

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