Travel Trails Poem by Hans Raj Sharma

White pearls of sorrows
Miseries of broken ties
Tears from shining eyes
Falling down in the course
Slipping along pale cheeks
Sowing seeds of deep gloom
Wholly, dooming blissfulness
Destined into hopelessness-
Helplessness and worthlessness
Neat, state of mind called death
Though, not the natural last part.

The show must not be about
About one's outfit or the face value
But, a pure reflection of heartfelt feels.

More romantic or rational tell tales
So as, facing the dilemma of the days
Even, if the looks could kill or generate
All in good spirit and soothing travel trails!
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