My memories are
like flowers in a garden
of different colours
of different smells
of different sizes.
My thoughts are
like broken chains
and my experiences
always play hide
and seek game with me
often making it
difficult for me
to give them a pattern.
My God, this life is
a game of glorious and
inglorious uncertainties.
To impart a
meaning to it is my one and
only task for which
I have to struggle hard
throughout my life….
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