Bottles

When the shop of the eyes

Gets closed, 

The bazaar of a world opens. 

After getting freedom 

From slavery of sun, 

Earth opens a shop

Where unending bottles of happiness, 

Sadness, laughter, tear, 

Desire, anger and love become available. 

I take you there, 

I buy bottles for you

Of happiness and smile. 

I sell there bottle of love, 

But alas! 

You don't purchase, 

Your situation becomes the obstruction again, 

Your present wins again

And I kiss defeat. 

Purchasing

The bottle of helplessness, 

You return

And I return empty-handed.