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For the better

Things change....
I realise this as i grow up,
for the better,
i always hope...


people come ...
and people go,
affecting my life,
in every possible way...


Events occur...
far too many of them,
some bad,some good,
changing the way i look at life...


Fact is...
there is a constant,
the love in my heart,
which i try not to wear out...


Life goes on...
as does time,
synonymous with the tide,
which waits for none...


I am changin...
as i move with that tide,
for the better,
i always hope...

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  1. Kritika Jain, Arihant EventsDecember 27, 2010 at 9:26 AM

    the lines are so true... feels like my story to me. :)

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  2. DevanshuDecember 27, 2010 at 12:00 PM

    Thanks kritika.... :)
    the lines are true for most people in our generation...

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  3. UpmaJanuary 2, 2011 at 2:52 PM

    yeah!!!even i felt d same......nice wok buddy!!!

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  4. DevanshuJanuary 2, 2011 at 3:37 PM

    Thank u.... :)

    ReplyDelete

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