Lots about that no one knows,
I am cute in friendly talk,
Make me laugh and I shall smile,
But I am not, who smiles a lot.
Lots of holes in shining sky,
Some are big and some are small,
More like those that you may have,
Varying shapes of deeper dark.
Still I smile to make you laugh,
And you too laugh to make me smile,
Hiding shadows on both the sides,
Knowing not, how long for?
©Anees Rahman
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