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Poetry By: sydeeee

"Whatever happens , is for its own good!"
I don't believe. Here's a poem saying so...

Submitted:Jan 17, 2012    Reads: 33    Comments: 8    Likes: 1   

What am I doing??

Yeah! I am preparing for tomorrow!

How many would I lie,

How many hates would I borrow.

Though it is tomorrow,

It isn't a mystery to me.

I would be ending up badly

Like in history of my being.

Tomorrow's gonna end

But on & on...

This will go on!!

I would end up being stubborn..

To the fact that,

Life is an ultimate thorn!

I accept, I've lost

In the game of my life.

I take a step back

Back to the starting point!

Hearing the curses, bearing the sorrows

I am dead, lifeless.

Heaving so far,

Coz of rueful tomorrow!

'Whatever happens,

Is for its own good'

How can I believe in it

When I am hiding under the hood..

They say,"Tomorrow never comes"

But it always does.

Whatever it brings with it

Is all I never deserve!!



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