Everyone has a habit,
Some changes, some remains static.
The ones that are static,
Are actually sometimes drastic,
These turn Alike to that river bed,
That stays forever at the same place.
The worst of all,
Is habit of taking to someone,
To whom you later turn out to be no one.
It's hard to accept,
They've no time anymore,
Harder to change,
The habit of regular talking so made.
And hardest to handle Ourselves!
Day and night passes in memory,
Of everything that had glory.
Reading old chats,
Reminiscing those days,
Feeling like nothing's changed,
Then you text again,
Which brings you back to present,
You feel like a fool,
For Texting 'em.
That's why my dear,
Remember,
Habit of talking is no less than alcohol addiction,
Better not to develop,
Or later suffer!
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From The Pen Of MYSTERIOUS MANSI
Poetry***Unedited*** 'She's the words she pen, She's the one with no pain, She see world through different eyes, Happiness all over is what she finds, Smile is something always plastered on her face, All thanks to GOD, It's him on whom she's full faith.' ...
