perhaps it's the docket at the port that announces.. a shipment of agreeable goods has arrived,
perhaps it's the ecstatic whispers at the dockyard that says.. in fact this time the best of the best equipments have been supplied,
perhaps its the doctrine of any noble profession that keeps each and every responsible awake and aware,
perhaps..its the DNA of an ordinary human being that disagrees with the divisive, fracasive inflammatory intakes,
perhaps its the experience or the expertence that a child within some.. always come in to play,
perhaps its the expansive growth within one own self.. infinitesimal, unequal, inferior.. but is an inexhaustible quest to know and well... say,
perhaps its the choice or an instruction or an insuperable urge that makes one vice or the wise,
perhaps its that intangible asset.. intend to grow.. well for that matter.. it is priceless.. and no under righter has deviced any price,
perhaps its the struggle or stroopy stumbles yet not being violent and being stubborn,
perhaps its the act of being open.. being candid.. ready to accept errs.. but alas uttering some sentimental sneers of own,
perhaps its the experience that i earned.. that while in a profession its a cardinal sin to do work..after drinking a bottle of whiskey,
perhaps its a virtue that my work differs.. hence after day's work.. i can enjoy and drink by being responsible and not risky,
but perhaps or for sure i hold a belief that news are real and are never a fabricated fiction,
as for sure i know watching/reading news makes one responsible towards issues and not prone to retarded addiction,
perhaps its an advice from a common man who being a common can distinguish the dissimilarities of mine and yours job,
perhaps its the freedom of your profession that you enjoy.. but does this make you to escape any friendly probe,
perhaps its a loss to bollywood or hollywood that would have grossed billions had they had in their movie.. your showy charisma,
o wow...how hollywood/bollywood would be different.. and you were a super star.. me a fan of a packing/dancing dude or a diva.. in coloured glasses or in chamkila chasmas...
perhaps it's the ecstatic whispers at the dockyard that says.. in fact this time the best of the best equipments have been supplied,
perhaps its the doctrine of any noble profession that keeps each and every responsible awake and aware,
perhaps..its the DNA of an ordinary human being that disagrees with the divisive, fracasive inflammatory intakes,
perhaps its the experience or the expertence that a child within some.. always come in to play,
perhaps its the expansive growth within one own self.. infinitesimal, unequal, inferior.. but is an inexhaustible quest to know and well... say,
perhaps its the choice or an instruction or an insuperable urge that makes one vice or the wise,
perhaps its that intangible asset.. intend to grow.. well for that matter.. it is priceless.. and no under righter has deviced any price,
perhaps its the struggle or stroopy stumbles yet not being violent and being stubborn,
perhaps its the act of being open.. being candid.. ready to accept errs.. but alas uttering some sentimental sneers of own,
perhaps its the experience that i earned.. that while in a profession its a cardinal sin to do work..after drinking a bottle of whiskey,
perhaps its a virtue that my work differs.. hence after day's work.. i can enjoy and drink by being responsible and not risky,
but perhaps or for sure i hold a belief that news are real and are never a fabricated fiction,
as for sure i know watching/reading news makes one responsible towards issues and not prone to retarded addiction,
perhaps its an advice from a common man who being a common can distinguish the dissimilarities of mine and yours job,
perhaps its the freedom of your profession that you enjoy.. but does this make you to escape any friendly probe,
perhaps its a loss to bollywood or hollywood that would have grossed billions had they had in their movie.. your showy charisma,
o wow...how hollywood/bollywood would be different.. and you were a super star.. me a fan of a packing/dancing dude or a diva.. in coloured glasses or in chamkila chasmas...
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