The oddities I pick up
From the dust of life,
Don't bleed me as your love.
My grief is my strength.
Tear and laughter are twins
Of my meaningful span.
Tear is a silver drop and laughter,
Is the rain of my happiness.
dear Neela, Oh My This has certainly come from the sky I cry Namaste
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Kind Neela, what I want to know is what comes exactly between the tear and the laughter?