Everything seems changing, Or may be I m not adapting. Or may be the other way round, Going the way where better it sounds. Life is scheduling itself the same as expected, Alas! Its late I can’t help feeling regretted, Wish! I had anticipated the end better, Nothing would be lost n I could be a ‘go-getter’. Never mind, it isn’t yet late, Chalk in your hands and my destiny - slate. If even you are bemused or confused, You may take enough time, Your verdict can’t ever be refused, I love you and forever you are mine. I’ll try but you know the apple of my eye, Help me to decide, to you I cant lie……
An effort to frame overwhelmed phases ,often to thank friends around .. Sometimes to draw lines and sometimes to erase...