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General Forum: Hyderabad | | EVERYDAY IS THE SAME | |
| chennai lo ayinanta.
Posted by: Durga Prasad At: 17, Oct 2003 9:44:47 PM IST
ippudu hyderabad lo time entha?
Posted by: Mr. srikanth kopanati At: 17, Oct 2003 6:48:49 PM IST
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Posted by: Mr. jahangeer sultan At: 7, Oct 2003 7:10:46 PM IST
Hello JayaSurya garu,
Your poem is really good. why don't you post them as an article in poetry section?
Posted by: Ms. Prasanthi Uppalapati At: 4, Jun 2003 1:47:56 PM IST
The birds fly and come back again.
The sea rushes to the shore.
The moon shines for the night.
The stars twinkle to prink the sky,
and you're always on my mind.
I feel something's wrong in my life,
everything's nice but still I dislike.
Everyone's talking but I’m quite,
every one's happy but I’m sad.
Everyone tires when the day drags,
but I’m tired before the day starts.
Staring at the seat next to me,
I feel you're missing in my life.
As the morning covers the dark,
one's grief hides along.
Each one taking a new chance,
in the crazy world outside,
Can't foretell what brings the fate.
But I’m at my ease,
In fact with a pain that can't be healed,
unless you don't set me free.
There's a conflict in my brain,
will the future drown my pain.
Will I see her or never,
Or will she cry after my prayer.
But I’m here all alone,
No one with me to take me home.
With a drink in my hand,
you're always on my mind.
I feel something's wrong in my life,
every thing's nice but still I dislike.
Everyone's talking but I’m quite,
everyone's happy, but I’m sad.
Everyone tires when the day drags,
but I’m tired before the day starts.
Staring at the seat next to me,
I feel I’m missing you in my life.
Posted by: Mr. Jaya surya varma Datla At: 4, Jun 2003 1:31:25 PM IST
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