My heart was happy earlier..
with an endearing garden of blooming flora...
But, now i have sown the seeds of sadness..
watered day by day with my tears of fears...
The clear sunshine has left, saying pardon..
and a dark cloud of sorrow has covered the garden...
Now, when i see the world..with the deep rooted grief...
i found..
..the waves of the water...withering out in vain...
..the dryness of the desert...discarding away in drain...
Its neither a sin of One...nor a virtue of Other..
these are just the fruits from the trees of grief, sadness and despair...
But, these fragile trees of sadness cant stant tall, indefinetly..
the hope will return...and the deep rooted despair will be uprooted, inevitably..
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Published on e-Stories.org on 01.05.2012.
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