Monday, 30 April 2018

HOW TO SMILE




When my mind burns,
Heart feels pain of many puzzles
Those are tainted with sorrows,
And happened to be fearsome,
Life being not performing
With right actions from
Entities those are pondering
With sections cut by a knife,
Frustrations everywhere,
Remorse it is there not to live,
But to get a death, a chase for
Emancipation, as impediments
Gets stuck around life’s journey,
No dear one near to life.

Then I go to flowers,
They only smile, not knowing,
How they bloom and seasons
Accept them as great creation,
Every time they come and prosper.
Flowers only say, “Smile always.”

But how?

An insect is there to eat away essence.


2 comments:

  1. nature is magical,
    so does your poem.

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  2. great imagination.

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