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........A CHANCE

You frowned at me,

I gave smile a chance…

Luck decided to abandon me,

I gave labour a chance.

Love chose to forsake me,

I gave life a chance.

All good things came back to me,

I gave Death a chance....

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Thousif Raza said…
...it seemed nice but... why... i dont understand.............
February 4, 2010 at 12:29 AM
IceMaiden said…
I doubt if anyone understood more of this poem than I did.

Absolutely wonderful. :)

Luv,
Annie.
February 4, 2010 at 8:36 AM
Rià said…
nicely written but cudnt get why the last line!?
February 4, 2010 at 10:00 AM
Tulika said…
Wonderful indeed!

And I take the last line in real positive way..

Powerful Verse!
February 4, 2010 at 2:02 PM
Shriti said…
woOoOow!
AWESOME.
LOVED IT :)
February 4, 2010 at 2:11 PM
Vinz said…
Oops...

Certain things indeed come late..

well written...

Vinz :)
February 4, 2010 at 3:01 PM
Abhishek Behera said…
i can only imagine the depths by looking at the surface. too profound. inspiring. prophetic.
February 4, 2010 at 5:14 PM
Freelancer said…
this is amazing stuff

deeply serious stuff but well on target
February 4, 2010 at 6:50 PM
Anonymous said…
Nice but the last two lines are quite confusing...

I guess the open interpretation adds to the beauty of the verse.
February 4, 2010 at 9:46 PM
Lucifer said…
niceeeeeeeeeee!!!
February 4, 2010 at 9:58 PM
Unknown said…
This is bloddy good....and sad!
February 6, 2010 at 11:00 AM
Anwesa said…
@thousif,
well,somethings are not meant to be understood...was glad that you read me well..
February 9, 2010 at 9:03 PM
Anwesa said…
@ice maiden,
thanks!!
February 9, 2010 at 9:04 PM
Anwesa said…
@ria,
hmm..many seem not to get it...
February 9, 2010 at 9:04 PM
Anwesa said…
@tulika,
thanks!!!
February 9, 2010 at 9:05 PM
Anwesa said…
@freelancer,
thanks for saying that...
February 9, 2010 at 9:07 PM
Anwesa said…
@anubhavb,
nice to see you here....
February 9, 2010 at 9:07 PM
Anwesa said…
@gagan,
thanks !!

it was great to hear from you...
February 9, 2010 at 9:08 PM
The Other Hypocrite said…
profound.. yes. i agree with Abhishek
March 16, 2010 at 8:07 PM
Anwesa said…
@Jogi,
I guess that runs in the Montfortian blood. Thanks again !
March 16, 2010 at 10:58 PM
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