Fiddling around,
Moving piece-by-piece,
My fingers play,
With the rubik's cube.
Cubes,
They traverse,
A million times,
All the six faces.
Colours,
They find their place,
In due time,
The one they deserve.
Some fit in,
Some fall out,
I cull those out,
That never comes my way.
Lies my cube,
Some cubes pulled,
Rest of them, right in place,
Call it success - just like my life!!
Sparrows of Mohenjodaro
8 years ago
1 comment:
I wish to see your yearpost..its like a yearbook..k??…the questions are in my blog..copy paste them and answer!! Happy new year!!!...where did your tag go???
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