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Tuesday, April 22, 2008
" So many things around, so beautiful,
Why is it that you cannot see? "
" Its not my eyes, that are blind,
Its my mind, that often blinds me "
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" So many things around, so beautiful,
Why is it that you cannot see? "
" Its not my eyes, that are blind,
Its my mind, that often blinds me "
deep poetry indeed...
karma kocktail said...
April 22, 2008 at 9:24 PM
and you say that you are not pensive? it is thoughtful poetry. Captures the common mistake of this modern lifestyle.
Sleep well. Talk soon. Cheers
Arv said...
April 23, 2008 at 10:44 PM
Nice. Every verse is deep in meaning and worthy of debate. God Job.
krishna said...
May 8, 2008 at 9:52 AM