On Sadness

A smile is stolen,
And a heart is broken,

This creature submits to no one,
Whether it comes from the past,
Or the present or the future,
It provides the same lecture,

When a want is not heeded,
It cunningly proceeds,
A stable way it creeps,
With each soul it rips,

For this sadness becomes mine,
That is why I write these rhymes.

(11900103)   Copyright © 01/01/2007 Ronil Tataria


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