How can I let you know
That choices are never choices
That the options you have
Are often governed
By voices, not your own?
That feelings are just feelings
They pass. What hurt yesterday
Today is water off a duck’s arse.
You change, those ideals
You wear high upon your breast,
They change. You think
Beyond yourself. And your life
Is rearranged. And if you stop
To think, only one thought
Should ring: This is the life I lived.
These are who I loved.
With all their warts and all,
No regrets. Just this.
ipsita banerjee 
Hi ms.ipsita….
My friend has written this poem ….wanted to share with u
Two pairs of shoes,two pairs of dress,school bag was heavy,but there was no stress
Waking up was hard,dressing up was pain,milk was a must, mom asked bournvita or plain
Late to assembly,eyes searching for the gang,smiles meant high five,lips read a slang
Classroom was circus, teachers called us rude,lunch breaks went hungry,as we already ate the food
Pencil was knife,scales was our sword,we played stupid games, when we all got bored
One crush per day, one teacher very hot,making sweet puppy face, when we got caught
Oh school my school, you make me smile,hey classmates lets go again for a while
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Nice.
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Superb…..It seems this poem has been written for women.EVen today women are treated this way.
Ms.ipsita can i send you friend request in facebook??
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Certainly.
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Hi ms.ipsita,
I have sent you the friend request in fb.if u cud plz accept it….i want to share another poem with u.i can bet u ,u fill laugh .i dare post it here.
Regards
Pallavi madhani priyadarshee
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Hi ms.ipsita,
I have sent you the friend request in fb.if u cud plz accept it….i want to share another poem with u.i can bet u ,u fill laugh .i dare post it here.
Regards
Pallavi madhani priyadarshee
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