They say…

18 Dec


They say,
Night belongs to the poets,
To stretch a bit with the ink,
To pull the string within,
To steal the still with a wink

They say,
The past is sad in every language,
The present, we twitch,
The future, unpredictable,
But forever and ever, we switch

They say,
After all, life is a boon,
Sweat it out,
Play hard, fair,
And, shine like the moon

They say,
And we hear it all but listen.


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Posted by on December 18, 2012 in Poems


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