The moments fade
Like that of many seasons
Leaving appalling memories
And few fake reasons

Just to comfort ones self
And spreading the warmth of smiles
Never letting anyone guess
The walk you take alone in miles

Tho shattered into infinite pieces
Still keeping your frame strong
Waking up everyday like dead
From within, you know you're not wrong

Days spent at work
And free time at the park
While watching the fictional routines of norms
You sit there till dark

You begin to love your solitude
And avoid congestion and loud
Away from the puppeteer world
Into your own little happy crowd

Where you have smiles, kindness
Warmth, and selfless gratitude
The place where the unfortunate children are
You encourage them with positive attitude

With little presents for God's earthly angels
You can't get enough of their cheerful giggles
Left in orphanages and other caring homes
My friends are these, my little smeagols



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