I walk head high..
Into the room where there is all light..
With plans and strategies..
And a will to 'lose'..
And then..strikes..
LUCK..
minus the good..
Some sin..
Some sign..
Some ugly chime..
That is when..realization strikes..
A single tear..takes away..
A thousand smiles..
The head now hung low..
And.. An agitated mind..
About Me
- Pooja Murthy
- "The woods are lovely, dark, and deep, But I have promises to keep, And miles to go before I sleep, And miles to go before I sleep." ~Robert Frost
