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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.

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Prateek Sur said…
this is gud..try checking out my blog and commenting on th posts..
November 21, 2010 at 2:38 AM
Priyadarshini Joyce said…
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!
November 21, 2010 at 1:08 PM
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
November 21, 2010 at 4:59 PM
Lady Whispers said…
so true....ppl who have to find faults will always do .....enough is never enough for them.
November 21, 2010 at 5:45 PM
Thousif Raza said…
i love it.... great work.... loved the last lines :)


loved it :)


take care and keep writing.......
November 22, 2010 at 1:55 PM
redemption ain't dat easy said…
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
November 26, 2010 at 1:39 AM
Tulika said…
I don't know why I smiled reading this.

Inexplicable.

ps: Lovely background.
November 26, 2010 at 2:36 AM
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!
November 28, 2010 at 11:22 AM
Anwesa said…
@Prateek,
:) Will visit you soon :)
December 7, 2010 at 11:06 PM
Anwesa said…
@Lil' Priya,
You have opened a whole realm of philosophy now...will discuss it some other day.
December 7, 2010 at 11:07 PM
Anwesa said…
@Scribbling Girl,Harini, Ria,

Thanks :)
December 7, 2010 at 11:08 PM
Anwesa said…
@Thousif,
Thanks :)
December 17, 2010 at 12:12 AM
Anwesa said…
@redemption.......,
Thanks buddy !
December 17, 2010 at 12:12 AM
Anwesa said…
@Tulika,
...............
December 17, 2010 at 12:13 AM
Anwesa said…
@Phoenix,
:) Thanks dear !
December 17, 2010 at 12:13 AM
rocky said…
Loved the post... Loved your way of expressing what you meant :)
January 4, 2011 at 10:42 AM
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