I tried to write poem
I never wrote one,
which was my favorite
and remembers after.
I wrote all just as
they came to me.
I never looks back
to find why it came.
The spirit was,
it made me happy.
And i was unhappy,
at that time.
Happiness was in it,
all where my dreams.
I remember,
my last dream.
So its a poem now.
And my dream was
to write a poem
and that is this.
Remembrance of my life , March 23 2009, 09:44 AM
