half of what
we perceive to be life
is misery
shrouded under
sporadic sprinkles of unfiltered joy.
a frail blade of grass
beneath a green tree
while it rains--
torrents of tiny droplets,
and survives still.
Fri, 2021-12-17 13:00
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Mohamed Sarfan
Dear Poeter, Time in human life determines all realities. Here even in the shadows the life painted with false colors rules us by capturing the mind second by second. When man looks at his face in the mirror of time, his life full of lies does not show the full form. All The Best My Dear Friend; Write More Congratulations.