From the courtyards of happiness, and
When they flies in colours like butterflies
To the boundaries of class rooms
And when we imposes of restrictions
Into the budding minds, Causes to
Burn the wicks of sorrows in their early ages.
At the end of teens, when their little friends
Separates from them, bird of miseries roosts
In their oscillating minds
Again at the end of joyous campus,
They are all becomes as some isolated weeping islands….
Their salty tears causes to salted oceans
Then, when he (she) enters to the real life,
He (she) faces the reality of naked grief
Where, only his (her) silhouettes would follow.
If the vital ingredient of life (sorrow) have never made,
Then the happiness would have been just an illusion.
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