How Pity !

How Pity !

Like a Pendulam

My Heart Swings

To and Fro

Like Two Hands

My Heart Moves

By and For

 Like the Seconds

My Heart Runs

Fast and Slow

Like the Time

My Heart Stops

For Fake and Real

Childhood Memories

Article By: Prathipa Nair
Memoir

Some sweet memories of my Village and childhood days :-)

Submitted:Mar 30, 2014    Reads: 8    Comments: 1    Likes: 0   

thoughtful nights

wonderful read!!

Posted: Mar 30, 2014

Author Comment:
Thanx a lot :-)

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