• mitu_8 6w

    Happiness

    Happiness is a pale white wall, that wouldn't just stay
    Always getting covered by the dark paints of sadness;
    That are just not willing to fade away.
    But also in that very paint,
    He always leaves a spot for a thought of hope;
    And as it fades the dark paint away,
    A new layer is always waiting,
    Someone will start again painting.
    This is his cycle.Oh boy!
    Where we all are seated behind,
    Waiting for another layer, another spot.
    Still not enjoying this pale white wall.
    ©mitu_8