Just got this from my Diary of 2001. The sheet was one of the lecture notes :-D, and the hand writing was Rupa’s. One of the moment’s of creative discussion I suppose.
She has written the name of poetess at the end as “Dorothy
King”. Google didn’t show me such an author, nor I have read any other work of hers. Yet, the hope about life couldn’t be more beautiful and optimistic than this.
They say life is a highway
And its mile stones are years
Now and then there is a toll gate
Where you buy your way with tears
It’s a rough road, a tough road
And it stretches broad and far
But atleast it leads to a golden town
Where golden house are.
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