To Protect the flowers, thorns do grow,
In midst of many beautiful birds, there is an ugly one, a crow,
To oppose a beautiful word - Interest, a word exists - Bore,
For happiness, arms are wide open, but for sorrows, we close all the doors,
There is always a complicated question and an unsatisfying answer,
One has to learn not just dance but also bribing to be a great dancer,
May it be Love Or Hatred, associating in some way, will be pain,
For just the matter of ego, irreversible actions are done, in vain..
Why is it so..?
Jan 13, 2014
Jan 13, 2014 at 11:27 AM UTC
To Protect the flowers, thorns do grow,
In midst of many beautiful birds, there is an ugly one, a crow,
To oppose a beautiful word - Interest, a word exists - Bore,
For happiness, arms are wide open, but for sorrows, we close all the doors,
There is always a complicated question and an unsatisfying answer,
One has to learn not just dance but also bribing to be a great dancer,
May it be Love Or Hatred, associating in some way, will be pain,
For just the matter of ego, irreversible actions are done, in vain..
Why is it so..?
