featured, POETRY — January 31, 2012 at 6:48 am

How can it be?

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HOW CAN IT BE

When life is real

And living beings are fake

When water is flowing and

Dry is the lake

HOW CAN IT BE

 When False faltered Egos

The moments are fake

The rhythm is stagnant

music is stale

HOW CAN IT BE

When tears have no salt

The smiles are mere smirks

The laughter boils down

To squeaky quirks

HOW CAN IT BE ?