Subbaraman N V (31st July 1941 / Karaikkudi - Tamilnadu- India)
PARADOX THY NAME IS LIFE!
Intelligence as sharp as knife
Yet, knows not what is right and wrong
Prejudices are high and strong!
Music so dear to her heart
Turns to be a head ache of sort
Sweetness she likes becomes sour
Scent of jasmine the great flower
Which she loves and wears a plenty
Repulses her - a great pity!
Friends from childhood turn bitter foes
Become friends again ending woes!
Paradox thy name sure is life
To be freed indeed will be fine!
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