As you like it

Now everybody is busy studying for sems!! But i am not! So there comes the question "What did you do then???"

Well the answer is simple.. Phone line dead for almost 10 days.. so no blogging!!!

My next post will be posted soon...This post is for those who are thinking that i am studying studying and studying all the time!!!

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EDITED ON 20/05/07
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I always wonder How did that happen?? When i was 12... It hurt me a lot... How could they do this to me??? A 12 year old boy!!
It was an intra school inter class competition!! It all started well... But the lugubriousness just started when i was compelled to write a poem for that competition (being the only hopeful guy in da class)... I wrote a poem comparing a tree and my school(:P :P :P)... i dont remember anything of that poem now but one thing that i still do is that "I GOT THE FIRST PRIZE FOR IT!!!".. (there were only five participants from five sections).. I thought of posting this today because even such draggy events are making me nostalgic!! Especially after this EVS exam (on sunday!)...
The happy days when i am always filled with mirth.. The day when school re-opens after half-yearly exams.. I always make a mistake on that particular day.. the date! It was annoying that day (before i change the change the date my maths sir would have completed 10 sums at 20 spm!) but it's nostalgic today!!
So the following poem is to bring all my memories back! A poem with a gr8 moral!!!
here it goes!

'end of days'
bad deed pays,
in the river he lays,
"I am going to die"he says.

swim or sink
do or die
It's not a lie
for "i am going to die"

Dont lose hope,
'hope is God'- but
comprehending him is hard.

dont lose strength,
strength is power,
let it shower.

A pigeon passed by,
He saw me die.
He dropped a leaf,
bringing me relief.

I got back my hope,
I got back my strength,
I got back my LIFE,
I got a good friend.
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He loaded the arrow,
not at the sparrow.
The arrow is pointed at my friend,
But he is oblivious 'bout his end.

Help or hightail,
do or die,
it should be a lie
for "HE is going to die".

Near him he went,
with bowstring bent,
"KILL" said hsi brain,
He was ready to aim,
There was a prick in his vein,
cring in pain,
The arrow zoomed in vain,
"My friend's life is not his to claim"

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EPILOGUE(:P):
Later
The pigeon found him in a plant,
"i will get you a pant"
said he.
He replied,
"I cant wear a pant
for i am an ant!!!"


I hope yo read it... It should have brought back your old memories!!

hope you liked it..

You may wonder y the title is as you like it??

comments section: Name this poem "as you liked it"...

ciya