Wednesday, July 28, 2010

One little question.



One little question grasps my mind,
and keeps dwelling inside me,
Wherever I go, Anything I do,
I just doesn't let me free.

I can't work, I can't sleep
I keep wandering in my thoughts
I feel no hunger, no thirst any more,
Thinking about the question I got.

When will I be free?
I will get my answer when?
Who came first,
The Egg or The Hen?

Comments invited.

2 comments:

  1. wah!!!!!! nice joke in d form of poetry....
    n haan try 2 use attractive wrds dat beautifies ur poetry.

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  2. Thanks.. :D
    Nikki.. I will definitely try.. actually my vocab is really poor.. so sorry..
    I am working on that though :D

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