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“Nobody can go back and start a new beginning, but anyone can start today and make a new ending.”
WAY OF LIVING LIFE

Life is like a long rope,
Things happen you never hope.
Life is face,
That gives me peace and grace.
Life is like a miracle,
That makes me feel like magical.
Through life I got much experience and satisfaction that I feel its unforgotten gift of God.
Life is like a race,
That everyone cannot chase.
Sometimes life becomes full of controversy,
Sometimes it makes trouble and sometimes mercy.
In every one's life there is resolution,
And everyone merged for its solution.

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  1. P-KayNovember 4, 2010 at 8:27 AM

    Wow!!! Some times life is fusion and some times it is confusion too :)) But as you said...if there is confusion..then there must be some solution hidden in it.

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  2. SimranNovember 4, 2010 at 12:48 PM

    Thanks :)
    Ya in our confusions there is solution hidden in it..but the main thing is that..we have to find out the solution of our problems..
    And that's life !! @P-kay

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  3. P-KayNovember 5, 2010 at 12:06 AM

    True Sim :) Every problem has a solution hidden within itself. The intelligent people will find it their own :) Aap ne sahin kaha :)

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  4. SimranNovember 5, 2010 at 10:14 AM

    BTW..what's your real name??
    @P- kay

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  5. AlcinaNovember 5, 2010 at 10:50 AM

    You already told me this :)..

    Glad you showed it simo

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  6. SimranNovember 5, 2010 at 11:47 AM

    Yup..my first poem :)

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  7. sHoNaNovember 6, 2010 at 9:31 AM

    Hey cool poster with nice content .
    good1 as usual .

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  8. SimranNovember 6, 2010 at 1:18 PM

    thanx :)
    shona.

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