Sweet’s the sound of drops hitting the roof, sweeter the sight of water pouring on the pond and field around...my heart, it's the sweetest when I dream you holding my hands in the rain.
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Before started going to school, imagined myself to be a pilot in the future;
During primary classes, ambitioned to become a doctor;
In high schools, wished if I could be an engineer;
Then did my engineering with no ambition at all;
And it’s the turn of my MBA... for what???
God Only Knows; who knows if he’s also fed up with me...
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Infact if i wrote the poem ...only the last two lines need modification....
ReplyDeleteah, first 4 lines are patented by the past, present and prospective engineers :D
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