Like a baby
with his little hand
I tried holding on
To this timeless sandThe harder I clench
The more I lose
It keeps coming back
and claims it will bruiseThe baby loves sand
and is happy when he holds
He tries harder each time
You will lose he has been toldWho should decide?
The baby or the sand?
Whether to stay
or leave the baby’s hand?
aniruddha pathak
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An optimist.MBA (Something i never thought i will do in life), Computer Science Engineer (I wanted to do this yes :P).
Current passion: Salsa, Ballroom dancing, Guitar and photography. Passionate about cricket, really passionate :P. Love creating cartoon sketches when idle (i posted one here)
Have a view on relationships, like to say things through poetry at times, at times through photos.
This blog is an attempt to silently express, things that matter to me.
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