Well its nothing really...
I fringe when I see road kill
A butcher says, its nothing really...
My mother picks weeds with yellow flowers like they were diamonds
I say, it is nothing really...
My collegue hogs at the local Udipi like it was his last meal
My mother says, it is nothing really...
A junior in my college gets into Harvard and is thrilled to bits
My collegue says its nothing really...
I think I have made a very valid point here
A general onlooker is likely to say....
A butcher says, its nothing really...
My mother picks weeds with yellow flowers like they were diamonds
I say, it is nothing really...
My collegue hogs at the local Udipi like it was his last meal
My mother says, it is nothing really...
A junior in my college gets into Harvard and is thrilled to bits
My collegue says its nothing really...
I think I have made a very valid point here
A general onlooker is likely to say....
posted by Nalin at 9:16 PM
2 Comments:
Brother !
What bringeth out the poet in thou ?
Never thought you had to proclivity to being poetic !
Arre junta ko ye poem kyon lag rahaa hai... :) Will tell you the motivation behind this poetic outburst sometime ;)
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