The traffic of humanity changes with every light,
Sometimes we stop at few signals,
Sometimes we just go ahead right.
Whatever we do,
Accidents happen,
Wherever we drive,
Sometimes our journey commences.
But still we drive through the traffic,
But still we wait on the signals,
Cause someday we will be lucky,
And all signals we cross will be green.
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ACHES [Wattys Winner 2015]
PoetryAin't we drowning but still floating in our complexities of love and hatred, happiness and sorrow & life and the journey. Short stories and poetry about true living i.e living through an ache and coming out of it. Want to meet my words in versatile...
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