Its all like a dew drop,
so pertinent not perpetual;
the pain of past,
the happiness growing so fast;
Its all like petal cluster,
nothing alone, together so live;
the tears of smile,
the moments woven for a while;
Its all like vermilion sunset,
on edge of glory yet the beginning;
the valedictory friends,
the welcoming hands;
Its all like desert sand,
so vast but so lone;
the indignation of betrayal,
the love for the gone;
Its all like rainy clouds,
so affable so thundering ;
the life of dreams,
the joy of screams;
Its all like little words,
so silent so unheard;
the dialogue of eyes,
the language of breaths;
-Tushar
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