Wednesday, February 22, 2006

Nonsense Rhymes- Part II

There’s a strange kind of fun..
In fighting battles that can’t be won..
When you have nothing to loose..
You fight without any grouse..
When your fate is already sealed..
You don’t wait for wounds to be healed..
When there’s nothing you hold too dear..
You have nothing to fear..
You can throw caution to the wind..
And do what you always had in mind..

Statutory Warning:- Reading nonsense poetry is injurious to mental health.


samudrika said...

Very profound..... And it rhymes too which makes it perfect.

ganty said...

kind of masochism?!

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ganty said...

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