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May 2017
The same newspaper...
A picture oozing guileless joy

Eyes wide with laughter, eyes filled with happiness;
Hands clasped together, feeling kinship with each other;
Happy tears rain down on cheeks, frozen in this colorful sheet;
Loud cries of delight, silent and muffled in my reality;
Big bright colorful light cover the expanse of the background, not adding much beauty to the sight at hand;

Chaos and order dare not to stand side by side, they would rather mix together and collide;
There is no need to breach any peace, its already within a hand's reach;
Children yearn not for peace, but for a chance to be part of a celebration delivered by peace;

Nothing would be more sweeter than to remain in this blissful state;
Determination marked their faces, but only to win fame and prize;
Dancing, and reading national poems should be admirable, but it balks when at contrast with my previous sight;

Haplessness engulfs me yet again, where am i needed here?
Where can I make a change?
I could add to to an already existing happiness, will it be fulfilling?
How Can i make something complete, more complete?
Where is my purpose here?
I settled for a prayer,
For such happiness not be stolen,
For the children to always delightfully smile, to know nothing of the horrors of war;

The picture remain as it is, nothing to add...nothing to extract
If you read the first part of Contrast, you will know where the contrast is. This is a continuation of my newspaper rifling, but this time I find a picture of happiness. The poem is a description of it.
Navigated Thoughts
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