Sand and sandunes of sadness.

What worth do they have?

They all get lost in the end.

Then only empty words we befriend.

Rows and rows of roses.

Not one without a thorn.

To have or to have not.

Thoughts will just go on.

With life you will compromise.

With time you will grow.

but don’t let die the innocence.

Coz then, what is love you’ll never know.

Why with battles we seek happiness?

Mirrors of past why don’t we throw?

Why huddle yourself with others blame?

When your smile Only you hold.