Monday, May 17, 2010

Rhyme till its no longer a crime

I wanted all things
To seem to make some sense,
So we all could be happy, yes,
Instead of tense.
And I made up lies
So that they all fit nice,
And I made this sad world
A par-a-dise

A Bokonon Calypso.
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3 comments:

  1. abhinavMay 19, 2010 at 5:47 AM

    this is like coming of age poem from u...

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  2. SmiranMay 19, 2010 at 9:29 AM

    not mine but :)....its from Kurt Vonnegut's book "Cat's cradle"....The character Bokonon has written it

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  3. abhinavMay 22, 2010 at 5:40 AM

    the way it rhymes it could easily have been yours.

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