From the mountains to the rock,
Resisting all
the possible shocks!
Down the hill
it goes running...
Sometimes
falling while sometimes hopping!
Due to the
falls he gets hurt...
At the end of
the fall he's full of dirt!
Built with
ample of ego and anger…
That’s why he
fights with his elders!
Thus loses his
original shape,
And so is
considered as a useless scrape!
Slowly and
steadily gets used to these wounds...
That’s how it
gets pointy..
And boy…his attitude rules!
This seems like
a story of a warrior battling alone...
But no boss...
That’s the
life of a stone!
-Viraj Ghelani
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ReplyDeleteKeep up the good work.
Nice one....
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ReplyDeleteAwesome ....very touching
DeleteThanks Buddy :-)
DeleteWhy your rhymes have been removed?
DeleteIts just that, Viraj doesn't appreciate talent. He feels that its vulgur.
DeleteAnyways, Thanks once again for liking my rhyme.
Truly a masterpiece veeru!
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Deletethank you! :)
ReplyDelete@bhavik mehta please dont post such comments!
ReplyDeleteWhen is the next one coming
ReplyDeleteby tmrw..;) :) :D
ReplyDeletehah u hv 2 help me write better poems....
ReplyDeletecool! will surely do!
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