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My dear Nandalala
Contributed by
girish
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Saturday, 19th May 2012 @ 07:47:54 AM in AEST
Topic:
fantasy
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You remain somewhere my dear Nandalala
Make orders and our destiny bears in you da
Born on our mother`s lap we speak from her
Took part in daily scenes to obtain clap
Act in all stages and play many more roles
Tears flow till ears, laughter has no gears
Child dances with legs, so the doll with threads
Once the stage closes we are put in beds
Do you hold these threads you tell me Nandalala?
I tried reaching you tell me where are you da
We help people and believe in all our friends
But hypocrisy had become the present trend
Palm Toddy is white as same as the pure milk
Same Color but you cannot mix and drink
When I stage my play amongst others in earth
Shall I remain milk or palm tell me Nandalala
Flowers are my people I assume in daily life
But if it will become a thorn, assume my strife
If your orders really determine our destiny da
Do not remain somewhere my dear Nandalala
Copyright ©
girish
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2012-05-19 07:47:54]
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Re: My dear Nandalala
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by thehotshotpoet on
Saturday, 19th May 2012 @ 10:07:52 AM AEST
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very good as usuall,all that I have read of yours has been delightful with meaning.thanks for sharing
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Re: My dear Nandalala
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by Puppy_dog_eyes on
Saturday, 2nd June 2012 @ 04:36:56 AM AEST
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That's the age old question isn't it, to which we have no answer. Does God exist, or like others think, is he just a myth that has perpetuated down the centuries because people need to believe in a higher power.
I guess until we die we will never know
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