A Clueless Write

When dropped to the ground,
It is bound to be found,

When in the air,
No one seems to care,

When praise as a thing,
Sadness it brings,

When feared as a rival,
It amplifies its arrival,

When claimed unknown,
Its face is shown,

When you finally begin,
It intentionally ends.

(10300017)   Copyright © 08/01/05 Ronil Tataria


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