I have this un-necesarry habit of grouping words and calling it a poem. This habit had really spoilt my future & my present in the past. How else can I explain the loss of friends? Neways, here I have attached some of my exhibits. ;-) They are not worth publishing. Why? Not worth even giving it a glance but after all it is my creation. And I am proud of it. So, read through & do not blame me later.
i was chatting with my friend and this suddenly came to my mind..
the most interesting portion of life is pride it appears like a wonderful ride it takes us up and up of the tide until the time when we fall and have no place to hide
