What of when I’m…?

I know you’d be there for me in my success, in my glory,
In my sunshine, in my happiness, I know you’d be there when everything’s hunky-dory,

But what of when I go astray and get horribly singed?

What of when I’m wrong, what of when I’m unhinged?

What of when my lustre withers away, what of when all my good stands forgotten?

What of when the world turns me down, what of when it calls me rotten?

Would you still bother to stand by,
Or would you dance to the tunes of its lullaby?

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Author: Annapurani Vaidyanathan

I hoard books for a living. And read them too, when I am not sleeping. I express what I think, so my unheard feelings don't sink. I like to sing when I walk, to keep shades grey, at bay. I speak like a dork, but I don't want to drive anyone away. I write what's real, and nothing fake, so visit my blog whenever you need a break ;)

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