…and Slowly The Pieces Began To Fall Poem by rakesh jaddu
…and Slowly The Pieces Began To Fall
Looking from the outside,
At a life I live today.
I wonder where the end began,
I wonder when I died.
Every moment passes,
Without realization.
Decorations; aplenty.
Living; not a penny!
I walked from one end of the world,
To an altogether different end.
Yet all those ends,
Seemed so alike.
Life’s in its variety,
A little devil; a little piety.
Well, wherever I go,
They seem the same to me.
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