Waterfall
Creating (self) awareness through observations of life and living.
Tuesday, July 1, 2008
The old
the biscuit in the bottle
is now soft.
the crunchiness
is lost
in the stale air.
it no longer holds
any value
to the man
who bought it
sometime back.
he picks it up
and throws it to the dogs.
they swallow it whole
without thinking twice.
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