“ The morning shines were beautiful and bright, the buds bloomed to their might. The leaves crackled into each other kissing the winds passing by. Soon the days became night when darkness in the clouds became right. The gods above laughed at him calling him a fool for being happy. He cursed himself, he cursed god too, but the laughter above didn’t seise. The clouds poured down their rains and his tears merged in his veins. Faking the world for being happy, he kept moving along with his heart shut and feet walking “