by Shahbaz Khan
It's an old wine
Refilled in new bottle
Summer selfish
Winter selfish
And so is rain.
Friends are good
But chance turns them
selfish
Don't ask about love
Love is itself selfish.
Winter wind you are not
remedy
But a curse to these selfish
people, selfish world.
Blow, blow and increase
the pain
Selfishness all over
everywhere.
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Last updated September 28, 2013