Sunday, February 3, 2013

The Cynic



Words of wisdom, repeatedly heard,
A bright future, not what we feared,
A land of hopes and dreams,
Not of tears and screams.

What of the past?
That flew by so fast?
What of the present, now?
What to do and how?
Forget the future distant,
And the wishes non-existent.

Not for love, never!
But for this life, forever!

Aviv Nair
20/12/2012

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