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THE CYNIC SPEAKS

Even if you sacrifice yourself,
place yourself on a gold platter
and offer yourself for common good,
someone would always complain -
"The platter is not clean."
Your sacrifice goes waste.
So never sacrifice.
Live.
Because you are not born to die.

Comments

Prateek Sur said…
this is gud..try checking out my blog and commenting on th posts..
who cares abt ppl who complain...
I guess if we r satisfied then it doesn't matter.
we do good for our own satisfaction...
selfishness(in a way) speaks so!
Randeep said…
So true. But never ever gave up. Ask someone who achieved something they will tell u. I totally agree with priya.

Cheerz
Randeep
Lady Whispers said…
so true....ppl who have to find faults will always do .....enough is never enough for them.
Thousif Raza said…
i love it.... great work.... loved the last lines :)


loved it :)


take care and keep writing.......
sometimes, you have to sacrifice yourself to live.
its hard facing one self in the mirror sometimes.
Loved the last line.
thanks for writing.
U rock
Tulika said…
I don't know why I smiled reading this.

Inexplicable.

ps: Lovely background.
Phoenix said…
1 i love the template

2.. i love the way your words now reflect a very matured Anwesa... im proud of you hubby dearest!
Anwesa said…
@Prateek,
:) Will visit you soon :)
Anwesa said…
@Lil' Priya,
You have opened a whole realm of philosophy now...will discuss it some other day.
Anwesa said…
@Scribbling Girl,Harini, Ria,

Thanks :)
Anwesa said…
@Thousif,
Thanks :)
Anwesa said…
@redemption.......,
Thanks buddy !
Anwesa said…
@Tulika,
...............
Anwesa said…
@Phoenix,
:) Thanks dear !
rocky said…
Loved the post... Loved your way of expressing what you meant :)

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