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PAST. Looking back at the past                               having huge, huge gaps,                                some uneven surfaces,that too far, far apart. There were very few breaks,                        and a lot of holds.                                                       A couple of loose ends,dangling from the stake.                                                        All was well, in the cast of play,till the story took the turn,breaking at the first touch,like an old pot of clay. While there was lot of fun,soon to be forgotten,then came the real news,leaving great heartburn. Time ran very fast,leaving stranded at the post.Smiling at the poor own self,Looking back at the past. By:-Rahbar.          PAST. Looking back at the past                               having huge, huge gaps,                                some uneven surfaces,that too far, far apart. There were very few breaks,                        and a lot of holds.                                                       A couple of loose ends,dangling from the stake.                                                       
All was well, in the cast of play,till the story took the turn,breaking at the first touch,like an old pot of clay. While there was lot of fun,soon to be forgotten,then came the real news,leaving great heartburn. Time ran very fast,leaving stranded at the post.Smiling at the poor own self,Looking back at the past. By:-Rahbar.                         

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