Tuesday, May 18, 2010

No More

A Poem

There comes a time,
When the wind blows no more.
The leaves rustle no more,
Birds sing no more,
Day or night dosen't
make much difference,
As the clock on wall
ticks no more,
Though everything remains
as it is,
But I would be no more.

By :- G.S.Vasukumar

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