The rain is loud now, As if a giant feet arises from the clouds To step on the river under the bridge of my heart And disturb it in such a way That the sails of ships bend, And the water touches the bridge from below, Tickling it to sorrow… The rain is loud now, But actually, it has always been like this. You were there once, And I never felt it. But now, All there is Is this sorrow That tickles me from inside, As if it wants me to laugh, Yet doesn’t let me At the same time…
The world laughs
And I laugh back,
And the world wonders why.
It sees
The worms that eat up this fruit,
The rolling stones,
Darts that don’t hit the target.
It sees
The sadness,
The stupidity of one person
And laughs.
But the laughter will be silenced.
Because the world doesn’t see
Our innocent smiles,
Our kindness,
The genius in our awkwardness.
The world doesn’t see
The ladybug on the flower,
The one string still on the guitar,
The ‘joker' in us all.
The world doesn’t see the flower on the stalk,
The sun behind the clouds,
The genius in the drunk poet
Shouting profanity in the street.
The world doesn’t know us well.
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