Theory of Life
Once again, I sit to write but there are no
words...
I yearn to express myself, but deep within an
unreasonable silence prods me to the hilt.
The very soul, like a kite, stuck in the
'hurricane of worrying thoughts'.
But the kite still drifts, flutters and rise
again in the strong winds.
Isn’t this a simple nature's theory to remember
for life-time?
Do not nurse your bruised ego; there is only
regret and sorrow in the end...
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