EfficiencyA Poem by VijuWhen footsteps fall on the frontyard, I get ready. At the first knock on the door, I get up and the transformation is complete. The smiles, the stares, the wows, the touches with a tad of stage fright thrown in, it's a near perfect performance. Finally when the audience leaves and the curtain falls, the self droops wearily down The show has ended for the day.
What is love but an oppurtunity to annihilate oneself? © 2008 Viju |
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1 Review Added on May 1, 2008 AuthorVijuAbout23 years male Aspirant writer. Hasn't done any serious writing for such a long time Reading and bookmarking innumerable sites on writing. But never actually writing anything. I am not even writing tr.. more..Writing
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