You faded from my mind
like the fog fading with sunrise.
I once thought that you would 
forever be imprinted in my mind.

But now I realized that
even the words carved on rocks
can be washed away.

You sit around feelin' sorry for yourself and you're dead. Sittin' on your ass can get to be a disease worse than what you got.

The good God creates,
You were born just at the right time 
Let's decide not 
Based on thoughts of just fate!
Make! Use knowledge of fate 
To also make! 
Smart make!
Worth a shake!

Written By Akta Karanvirsingh Kalra

About us

Featured posts

Featured Topics

Quick Links