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i have walked miles from my birthday,
and surprisingly enough ,I know very little about
myself.
I don't know my history ,
I just know I detached myself from some place which
was dry,
I have walked over Maddy roads for long,
but save enough only my shoes got finished but never
my legs,
I remember a lot of people ,
but I forgot myself,
I recall a lot of struggles ,but none of their fruits!
I just know I got lost somewhere but I can't really
know when.
that is why ,
I have hidden secrets that are meaningless .
for God so loved me,that He gave me another
opportunity,
not to go back,
but to progress .
What is short,
I mean what short is short,
I can't tell whatever is short ,
Can you tell me what is short ?
Can short be short?
Because everything can be short.

I hear people say life is short,
Other say problems live short,
Lies can be uncovered short,
But I don't think short is short ,
Long can be short?
Can long be short?
Cherry oh cherry oh baby ,
Do you know I'm in love with you?
If you don't believe I do,
Then know that I love you madly....

O  ohhh ,oooo ohhhho,
Ohhh ohhh ohhh **;

Baby come sit by my side,
Then just turn to see my eyes,
So we see each other close,
Coz I really love you baibeee.

Yoh yoh yoh,yoh yo yoooh,
You'll keep me so cool ooo,
For I really love you baby,
Listen to me sing for you ahhhh.....

Time spilling so fast darling ,
Do not take long to come sweet heart ......
Yoh ohhh oh baby,
just come over my side.

Cherry cherry oh baby,
Cherry oh baby,
O oho ohhh baibeee.....
O oho ohhh baibeee!
Sweet love untold ....love on top of love.
How jovial,
How lovely ,
How fantastic ....

How enjoyable that I danced right above the pass mark,
How happy,
How mummy,
How yummy good,
My student danced .
.....
I felt it was good,
And I bet I was!
The swirling wind ,that burst my ears,
The smiling face that comes before me,
In mirage, that looks like its Godly,
I freeze down to my knees,
And sweat that numbs my spine,
I cannot talk or move; a miracle?
But I feel my senses right,
I project my vision,
But alas!
My dream is gone,
My morale as well,
Can it be true that the mere erupted volcano took my sleep?
I cannot tell!
I stopped by the children playing,
The enjoyed their game so much,
It was nine halls on the earth,
Each filled with three gravels except two,
The two lied on the diagonal, and were named bank,
Turn taking in play was perfect ,
Every time before moving any gravel,
The counted halls ,
They showed delight when they won
They were disgraceful when they lost.

This brought me a lot of thoughts ,
Life is like a game,
Sometimes we win,
At times we loose ,
But since the children never stopped to play,
We do not have to stop living ,
We have to steer the wheel and keep going.

Life needs savings ,
So the children's game had a bank,
It needs strategy and skills,
That is why the children had to count  the holes before they play,
All these and more made my day,
I kept it for life,
And
I will use the gravel to educate.

The children were my teachers
My God, my God, my God.
Thrice said,
As I lie here.
My heart racing,
My muscles aching,
My body buzzing
Like a tongue pressed to a nine-volt battery.

Why am I here, when my mind takes me elsewhere—
To places so fantastic,
So alive,
That to write them into existence would take ten-fold genius
And the ink of ten-thousand pens.

Landscapes spread across my vision.
Innuendos play in my brain.
Though, when I return to the moment,
All I see are my stubby toes
Wiggling from under black sheets,
In a nearly-black room
Coated in drab paint,
Hardly come alive by some utterly generic wall ornaments.

I wash in the same bathroom,
I spray the same perfume,
I dress in the same clothes,
And I thus transform myself—
Again—
Into a copy of the man that lived a day before…
Having created nothing,
Only holding the vastness of a universe
In his dazed, beleaguered mind.

Thrice said, a phrase becomes magical—
At least, that is what I’ve seen...
So, I say three times:
My God,
My God,
My God.
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