Her blood boiled with ego
Curses to world poured out
Her blaming fingers pointing at others
Yelled why sin filled earth
No mark of joy made in life
A trail of hatred left behind
Soaked in myth that earth was a bad place to live
She worried and complained for ever
Her point going futile
Unless she realized
That it was a wrong switch
One switch to get her right
Before she blamed the rest!!
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ReplyDeleteLife is juggling with switches. Most of the time we end up with wrong one.
ReplyDeleteIndeed it does. :)
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