What price do you pay? Thousand, lakh or more? To buy a glittering day, That walks in through the door.
You seek those tides of bliss, Hitting on random doors. You hide from deep anguish, Diverting from its course.
You miss one simple way, To sprinkle drops of mirth. I hear, you often say, It is a gloomy earth.
Half glass filled you see, Or the empty part. You behold the tranquil sea, Or the gasping heart. It speaks a million words, Unveiling all you store. The way you watch the birds, Reveals thy psychic score.
A curve, so tiny one, Adorning those pinkish lips. They can bring you sun, Despite those cloudy heaps.
The way to win the souls, And make an eternal place. Is not a game of goals, But the tale of grace.
Let thy face have smile, Let it reach the hearts. Make it fit thy style, Bit by bit in parts.
A smile is a priceless art, That paints a rainbow face. It tingles through each heart, And sprinkles bowls of grace.
It calls for ethereal bliss, It calls for familiar faces. It adorns each mortal niche, And weaves through human places.
Let us keep this smile, Let it adorn our lips. Let it spread through miles, Diffusing plethoric bliss.