Rich Pain Of The Moment
Rich Pain Of The Moment1 min 6.7K 1 min 6.7K
The smile is not a joy all day;
It takes pleasure in crying sometimes.
The night is not full of stars all day;
It becomes a dark page sometimes.
The air is not pure all day;
It shows the magic of turning vicious sometimes.
My mind is not a platform of creativity all day;
It loses its form sometimes.
And when it happens,
All the points which were visible like a map yesterday
Turns to just dots today,
Where I loose myself in this bitter taste of life.
Everything around me seems just a bunch of lifeless objects in my eyes,
And In that moment,
My eyes don't work.
My heart works;
It bears the agony of a rich pain of the moment.