Saturday, January 16, 2010

A day at the roof top..

Sitting on the roof top,
hanging my legs in air,
I felt the cold breeze,
and sweet smell everywhere.

In this tension-free life,
I calmly breathed in and out,
with a cold beer in hand,
and no one else to think about.

With a blank mind,
I watched the sky "plain-blue",
heard the chirping birds,
as if they wanna say something to you.

I was praying to God,
for a life this calm,
when my mother shouted,
"would studying a bit makes any harm??"

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