There is no conscious of physical presence
and outward appearance
Fun filled letters , Blissful quarrels
Silly Comments, Happy moments
But now,
Caste and Wealth barriers
In place of intimacy, there developed obstinacy
no conveyance, no consolence
Once,
There is nothing as such
since Love is the vehicle which we drive with respect
but now,
As many things as much
because Pride is the vehicle
which you chose to ride
and drove away with dishonesty
Shrewd is my fuel and I remained in the same
vehicle keeping faith in His Majesty
At last, to separate
has become desperate
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Reviews of "Between You and Me"
Reviewed by Amith
Reviewed on May 25, 2002
i dont know upto what time u hav gone into the past but the things which u said 2 b present now r present from ages.
Reviewed by satish
Reviewed on April 5, 2002
Hello madam!
this poem is ok. not that much when compared to your other poems. but its good.
I met Jerome on a busy city street in Baltimore, Maryland, when he was forty-five years old. On that particular day, I was out and about, enjoying a much-needed day off from work.
I wanted to purchase a sukiyaki sub. I parked my car in an area of
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this poem is ok. not that much when compared to your other poems. but its good.