I stood in front of a little wooden box
Mellow at first touch,
And coarse by the next
Curious, I slid open its crest.
It had two pairs of glasses
One rimmed with a golden frame
The other all rotten and rust
I decided, that try them I must.
Essays of a Wandering Mind!
I stood in front of a little wooden box
Mellow at first touch,
And coarse by the next
Curious, I slid open its crest.
It had two pairs of glasses
One rimmed with a golden frame
The other all rotten and rust
I decided, that try them I must.
When the whole world seems
To indulge in “certain” immoral acts,
When your options are but restricted
To, the much biased, right and wrong,
What will you chose – a safe mistake or an unsafe truth?
So what is everlasting?
Love or Hate…
I just pondered over this
And came up with the obvious…
Neither is!
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