You ask me
To smile
Come what may.
And I realize
That my happiness too
Should be as contrived
As you would like.
And then
I tell myself again
To grow up.
For the child in me
Fails to understand
When I should smile.
To smile
Come what may.
And I realize
That my happiness too
Should be as contrived
As you would like.
And then
I tell myself again
To grow up.
For the child in me
Fails to understand
When I should smile.
10 comments:
I love that last line! Sounds so familiar, poetess.
@Vrinda: Thanks :)
@Vrinda: Why don't you turn on the comments on your blog? :)
Giving up childhood is too much of a price to pay for something as meager as the knowledge of when one should smile..
@Divesh:
Agree.
Tapasya, did you take down "In place"? It was crisp and beautiful.
I did-- thought it was a bit too depressing. Back up.
Merci beaucoup!
De rien :P
simplest of things in world are the end product of most complex processes...
true...
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