wounded joys
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Before blooming
Budded
Precious happiness
Thrown away by someone's cruel hand
Trampled by someone's ruthlessness
After being touched by soil
I find myself struggling hard to bloom again .
Papers scattered somewhere
Somewhere withered colors
Painful sores trying to heal
Trying to re-color
Trying to heal
Trying to handle
Roots, stems And without leaves
without someone's kind hand .
Dear nature,
them
In the same soil
just like that
Let us struggle
Let us fill the colors of possibilities
Let us heal
Let us bloom again
Let us rejoice, let us rejoice
Let us laugh, let us laugh
And you too
You can enjoy, you can laugh .
प्रकाशित : जेष्ठ ५, २०८१ ०८:०७