A window to peep and grasp
one's life. Wise not to be
But be glee.
Cry when heart demands.
When every limb is in pain
Smile at it.
Embrace an ice cold
Melancholy at every second
Despite, amidst millions around
Taste a salty tear.
It is the medicine for survival.
Hope for no miracles to bring
Rainbows through it.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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