Memory of those days, some mischief we ever did,
Sometime fall on us, being helpless,
We may loss some time to gather them,
To enjoy the sad moment, drive out loneliness,
We can realize some one can watch our activity.
When we cry he also feels pity,
We do believe that after every dark night
Light comes in the form of the day.
Those memories may some one thinks unnecessary
But it strictly forbids us to lead on the same way.
May that time we can’t find where to go,
Whom to share our emotion, our ego,
Feel helpless like no one is suffering in the world
Instead of the person who is gathering a vast.
If we thought it is common to all,
If we ask no one give the proper answer
A few give but not answer only consolation.
We should realize their agony, their pain,
Their hardly practice of hiding something
In the middle of fulfilling some gain.
Fabulous piece of work. Very well usage of words to bring up such a meaningful art :)
If we ask no one give the proper answer A few give but not answer only consolation. We should realize their agony, their pain, Their hardly practice of hiding something In the middle of fulfilling some gain. so very true of human character.. after every night there is always a day full of sunshine. thank you. tony
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Thank You to all dear poets.......