Such are days and such are nights…
Such are the lengths, breadths and heights…
The amplitude of this forgetful world…
…swings along as you curl…
You really think you’re miser of the lot…
Just look around, give it a thought…
You don’t perceive as you should…
earning a dime for livelihood…
“The Gold Merchant” up high you look…
Wrong were the turns I took…
But you did well, what you could!
Regret and worries, forget you should!
‘Twas you who panicked, it was your scream…
…that drove you away from your dream…
So why blame the circumstances…
When you really had your chances!
Poète maudit 
Bingo!! Good Going Yan~!
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@ Suyash… Thanks man!
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another poem that shot me through the heart. >.< keep going Yan! 🙂
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@ Zin… Thanks to you is just an understatement. I'm glad you related yourself to the restless thoughts!
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ehhh good yaar… loved the melody… flow demands appreciation…
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^^ Thanks for checking out the post… appreciation would come! but appreciate the honesty in your posting!
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Yan: Lucid poetry. Clear expression of facts. “So why blame the circumstances when you really had your chances.” Excellent!! ~Punam
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@ Punam: Thanks 🙂 My idea of “keeping it real” is expressing it!
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