Tensed and pretentious
How long do I have to walk
on this sad old grey road
where sometimes happy memories
touch and go
leaving a moment of joy
as a curve on my lips.
When I look back
Journey wasn't too bad
It is just this ugly path
stones everywhere,
All I've is some inked paper to wrap.
From my past, I recollect
some fine pearls
lying since forever on the side of my reign.
And may be its my sheer luck
that I remembered the day
when I learnt this game
a child to child's play
and also, never did I thought
I'd again have my fate to blame.
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