Monday, April 2, 2012

A dream worth dying for.....

Everyday, I start afresh
take a hit, I don't mind,
scars on soul remind me of times
take a shot, I can't whine

everyday, I start to run
to tear the chaos, to cut loose from the wind
a slying chrome defines my world
an elusive dream outta my clutch

the times I was struck, at times I'm  broke
at times when the jeer, at times when the shout
I would take a shot, and run for a mile.
I would take a jibe on myself, 
Put on my trendy clothes, 
no matter I have a 1 rupee coin
would go out and run for a mile

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