A picture looks at me with those eyes,
How many truths are being hidden from the lies,
The pictur...
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A picture looks at me with those eyes,
How many truths are being hidden from the lies,
The picture smiles at me with the smile,
But in the heart has the sorrows of nile,
The blush in it has the innocense of a child,
The same face yesturday showed the savageness of a wild,
Everybody likes to wear the picture and build up,
Build up a volcano which will one day disrupt,
I don't wear a picture and people call me a fool,
Just because i am no more their tool,
Now i am a free bird without a smiley picture,
I scowl, frown and hate dictature,
I smile, love and cheer up with my life,
Now people once again call me naive!!
Hi Aram...
indeed a beautiful poem...
and how true...in todays world..everyone wears a mask...and you are unable to know their true colours....but the one without any masks...stands out always....he may not be appreciated by plastic people around him...but am sure he sleeps peacefully...better than others :)
I recommend!!
Neha
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Dear Neha!! BBBINNNGGGOOOO u got the main point....
You have wonderfully put into words what i meant!!
If we are maskless some moments will be painfull but our happiness will be genuine too....
Thnx for ur wise words and comment.....
rgds,
aram
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Dear Neha!! BBBINNNGGGOOOO u got the main point....
You have wonderfully put into words what i meant!!
If we are maskless some moments will be painfull but our happiness will be genuine too....
Thnx for ur wise words and comment.....
rgds,
aram
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