Many a times Many a times
I open the notepad
Nothing just comes onto it
Many a times Many a times
I open the pen
Not a word it would write
Many a times Many a times
I open not a notepad
Words bounce rapidly before me
Many a times Many a times
I open not a pen
Words get etched in my mind
Many a times Many a times
These opening and bouncing
These opening and etching match
Those are the times Those are the times
Some fine piece is written
Some fine verse is etched
I open the notepad
Nothing just comes onto it
Many a times Many a times
I open the pen
Not a word it would write
Many a times Many a times
I open not a notepad
Words bounce rapidly before me
Many a times Many a times
I open not a pen
Words get etched in my mind
Many a times Many a times
These opening and bouncing
These opening and etching match
Those are the times Those are the times
Some fine piece is written
Some fine verse is etched
Many a times Many a times.. i wonder how one could write poems so well in two different languages... :)
ReplyDelete:) thanks a lot Srini! that's nice of you and I think encouraging words from family and friends like u do help!!
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