Me And My Bend-Aid Mends Poem by Aniruddha Pathak
Me And My Bend-Aid Mends
Beware if things get easy of deed,
That's the way to get dull and stupid.
Get busy with both hands,
Roadblocks oft can be friends,
Rolling stones can gather moss with speed.
And so to gather speed,
A few roadblocks I freed
To cause my fall indeed,
Oh me, and my stupid bend-aid mends!
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Tongue-in-cheek | 01.12.18 |
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4/24/2024 11:31:55 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Ha ha ha Nicely thought nd written, enjoyed the humour.10+
This is based on personal experience and I'm sure many must have realized the same. Thank you Mohammed Nehal.