Well, this is a poem that occured to me while I was listening to Bob Marley the other day. You must have heard his masterpiece No woman, No cry. This poem, may I say, came to me while I was trying to get to Marley mood
No woman, no cry
Neither stress, nor tears
No woman, no cry
No bloody hangovers
But then life's so dry
Void and lonely
Not a soul to pry
Just an obligation to live
I did try
Mister Marley I did
Booze and joint, what not
Still this dry
Bloody lemme cry
Let me pay the price
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nopes... i stay away frm these :)
Unlike real poets, i dont write what comes to me by strong emotions, rather write light stuff... so i dont really mean ny of it
you yourself contradicted ur words :))
agree with deepika...:) c yu around tak care!
Is this yours or marley's ?
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