Life

 When we first met,

Love was sweet.

Soon, when we parted,

Love too, became retarded.

It was a big blow to me,

I thought this will last forever-we.

Boy, was I wrong,

Like stated in a song.

But life must go on,

I’m not at all done.

Love comes and go,

Like a drama show.

Life, however, is a different picture,

Life, is more, more of a teacher.

DNPY

~2003/2004