For Jovial
Dipak Adhya
The sorrows were born
Out of my wounds
And the wounds were
As pierce as needles,
Surprisingly now I am freed from all pains
And my dullness
Makes others irritating...
And I can't help it
Now, when there is your connivance
I think of the first day
Oh! A blunt needle just gives me a chuckle
When you insult me
I feel another cackle
And then...
The sorrows were born
Out of my wounds
But I was not
I look for happines and love
That is abundantly scattered
And all the time stooping forward
I collect them all.
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