There are many colors of life, but the color of sorrow is real itself….
Gladness is covered, with a wrapper of unhappiness…
Blowing air please sing a song, in that I will forgot myself….
Forgot the sorrows of life, forgot every pressure like madness….
How can I believe anyone, How can I trust every body…..
All gave me pain and sorrow for their gladness…
I would not like to see the replication those again…
Cost of someone happiness and fame should not be the sorrow of others…
This is the life never got sweets every time……
If there was no sadness at all more or less….
How can we know the importance of tears…
To whom we say “Tears” and to whom we say “sadness”…
So sorrows and happiness both are our friends…
Accept both as a friend is the source of real boldness.....
Nice thoughts, But high level poetry.
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