Tears hidden inside A Smile
Like acomedian of stage
The motto behind each show
Dealing, conversation and each step
Backed by, always hidden blow.
Like smell of beautiful flower
It displays its beauty before it fades.
Definitely, it is here to shower
All of you with fragrance of tears.
Without caring thorn stuck in my heart
I am playing flute, displaying my art.
No one cared hidden tears of my smile
Bleeding heart has to carry alone its load.
Composed by Tulsi Shrestha
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Without caring thorn stuck in my heart I am playing flute, displaying my art....//.... This brings out the best from deep inside of human existence.