simran arora (22-july-1996 / gurgon)
Tears question in smiles,
answers in rain,
enclose in pain,
sometimes hided with fear of stain,
blushes with happynes,
or with hope of gain,
makes a day brighter,
though takes heart beat lighter,
even if we are done,
or we may be a member of fun,
it peepes out for a look,
makes a space in a different book,
melts or freez a heart, a look,
it ever dnt need any key, any lock,
nore even comes with a responsible note,
but steps with those hungery beats,
and fish him out of every street,
from those sea and occeons,
filled in yours and mine,
beautiful and thrusty eyes,
It travels from hunger to cry,
for getting or lossing flys,
holding or breaking trys,
meeting or lossing someone,
asked or plucked in or out from the skys,
are the gift presented after and before every try.......
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