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WHAT IF?



What if, time was a friend
That danced to my beats
A fellow compeer till the end
And not a chain round my wrist

What if, the arrow never betrayed the bow,
And stayed together not hurting a soul
Better still, stayed with Cupid
For love to blossom forever more

What if, dreams were real
And reality, a nightmare
Which faded with a drop of sunshine
Never to return, never to fear

What if, all this were true
Your time, actions and thoughts
were controlled by you
Then perhaps, failure would just be
Somebody you once knew.
-kaush

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