My pen plagiarizes
From my mind
My day steals
Some winks from my sleep
My past pilfers
The carelessness of my present
My words pinch
Impartiality of any thought
I protest mutely
And abet silently
For I bribe myself with
The spoils of life
Friday, October 03, 2008
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4 comments:
Not a bribe, I think, but pleasure. And we all deserve a bit of that, don't we?
Those are the irrational compromises we all cave in to in adulthood, aren't they ?
hmmm...very complicated string of thoughts, that... :)
@Vi: That's a nice positive spin to the whole equation :-)
@Ankit: Yes they are.
@Radha: Friday afternoons can do that to people on occassion :-)
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