its like a new morning
when we get a new relation
with a smile they come close
and we'll feel grateful to have someone close
everything we shares
and every time we are together
every time they laughs with us
and every time we make them happy
we always like to see their smile
for us their smile
is a sunrise,
some says about brotherhood
some mention love...
the dark sun of life
make our mind dark with black ink
and made us one side blind
the great speakers of love and brotherhood
never sees us,and when they,
giving us a barrel of sadness
they moves far,
some without seeing us
without any interest in seeing us
and even they see us with a smile
tapping our shoulder, they reminds
about brotherhood and love
in this fake world, the fake one is smile....
i hate "smile" before a cry
i love to "smile" after a cry...
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nikhil PS (Pseudonym) (
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La, PS, but this is a sorrowful reflection. How very sad. I heartily agree with your concluding two lines about hating "smile" before a cry, preferring it after. It is a fascinating discussion on the fakery of smiling, for indeed we are taught to politely smile even if we are dying inside, and what is most detestable are the smiles that the eyes betray as derisively scornful and haughty. At least that is what I am thinking presently. Hmmm. Fascinating rather bittersweet write.
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