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Tuesday, August 02, 2005

A quick tale 57

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When she was down, every poem was written for her. Every line told her story. When she was happy, she only needed a cup of tea.

10 comments:

monu said...

nice, yet again....
it is strange,isnt it? teh insights we get when we are sad....
:)

every sorrow has a reason,
i am here to only your eye, said
my latest sorrow
:)

monu said...

iam here only to open your eye, said the latest sorrow!

--sorry abt the typo!

shyam said...

heheh... Love this one, Ammani. So aptly observed!

Suze said...

amazing!
simply amazing

Anonymous said...

This seems as if it's written about me! :)

viji said...

awesome~
superb observatn!

manu said...

well, here is one poem that talks about her when she is happy, happy that she is not sad at this moment.

The ramblings of a shoe fiend said...

or a tumbler of leo filter coffee. madrasa?

kaaju katli said...

true.

anantha said...

Substitute the "she" with a "he" and this would be true in that case too.