GRIP OF SADNESS
Those who love and be loved
Onlyassert their claim on each other
Our tears arelanguage of our silence
Which expressself both in sadness and happiness
Those who kept pace with time
Found happiness ascompanion
Never narrate yourmiseries toothers
The worldpraises only rising sun
Who has timeto listen to your miseries
When the world itself is in the grip of sadness
Life means fun, celebration and joy
Whoever ever understood, could enjoy life
I still remember thattree which would give us shelter
I was told time has absorbedthe tree in its existence
There lies buried unfilled desires, hopes and aspirations
Of unknown humanity deep down in thevolcano of time; gone by
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