Monday, June 6, 2011

Drawing water with a sieve

If every blog of mine had a hundred hits
If every joke of mine had you in splits
If my every story launched blockbusters
Wah! Then you should see how tall I could be.
If my cheques had a lot more zero
If corrupt told Baba ‘mujjhe maaf karo’
If Bangalore weather made it to Delhi
Wah! Then you should see how happy I could be.
If this, if that, if only, ...what if 
In sorrow or joy, in tomorrow we live
Like the top that spins on the tip of a nail
Our fine world moves on the point of IF.

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