Wednesday, 20 May 2015


It isn't just coincidence
Happened accidentally
It resolved deliberately

The glass was meant
To slip, get shattered
And the drink spilled

But thank heavens
The spill didn't ruin
Someone's fine garb

There was a mess
But it got cleaned
With calm dignity

I digressed limits
Now I'm set right
On track, destiny

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