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A stich



I wasn't all-right you weren't all-wrong
And unlike what the world says,
One wrong and one right made our world bright.
Yet, a fight!
Phew,! fallen knight.
Of withered memories leaking through stiches
Of mellowed days that time breaches.
Nothing to loose when everything's been lost.
Yet, hold on when the days aren't right
Hold on when you give up your might
Hold on a bit for its all worth,
For I am counting on your wrong.
For your quirky song.
For all the idiocy that escapes your tongue,
For I know you from the past.
I know not of future, it has no promise to tell
But the past been ours
And for it's sake, a faint request
Hold on, eh.

You probably do not know,
Of my expeditions along muddy fields.
How I wait to see fishes gleam.
How my sneezes chase scary frogs.
How I have befriended a neighbor dog.
How I wheel the car's steering each morn
How I teach grandma English alphabets,
How fascinating it sounds when she narrates
Tales of bygone days.
Well some day we will have a longer chat,
Of my how's and your what's.
Until then, hold on.



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