Friday, August 2, 2013
Our Ways
When the chips are down
Each one begins to frown
The matter might be small
Yet people don’t take a call
Our Life and deed sure ours
Few help needed of others
When comes to people sulk
Forget they received in bulk
As if you distantly knew me
I alone have to seek help me
I will shoulder responsibility
Albeit you lost opportunity
Of proving your personality
Lost all your respectability
Like all I can come out of it
Will bear not a grudge a bit
Bank on me in any difficulty
Find me other than majority
You chose to go your ways
I will always retain my ways
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