Between any
two whatever, one must choose to follow one
Though it
might not just seem to be what we always wanted
Somehow life
has a way of having it its way
Then again
some prefer to go in-between
It may be
the state of mind, it may not be
But then
words that one speak is an art
Which if not
carefully thought through
Will indict
you with a red hand
Words,
thought, deeds all roll in the same line
The mirror
will everly give us back what is placed before it
The people
will always see us through and through
Indeed….!!!
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