Flash fiction, short stories and a few poems written by Smiran Bhandari. Email: smiranb@gmail.com
Monday, May 17, 2010
Rhyme till its no longer a crime
I wanted all things
To seem to make some sense,
So we all could be happy, yes,
Instead of tense.
And I made up lies
So that they all fit nice,
And I made this sad world
A par-a-dise
this is like coming of age poem from u...
ReplyDeletenot mine but :)....its from Kurt Vonnegut's book "Cat's cradle"....The character Bokonon has written it
ReplyDeletethe way it rhymes it could easily have been yours.
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