Smile

444. Life is on a track of fun Whim of fancies are so near Colours balances the tramp so clear Extremity is so fragile to the stars Erratic frames that cracked prejudice Angle varies from top to bottom Instead a trap of cyclic glance So powerful from the strands of thought Metaphor of the projected strokes Land probe the glare on its sense Its the cyclone that mesmerize Art that preload his craft side So profound in the artists sense Long wrap of a trap so beautiful Raised hands with a calmness inside This land is empty after the stroke Creek formed as a symptom of loss Evacuated along the thrust so hard Now the beauty is a senseless thought Calmness that terrify even in a dream Life forms cyclone at some juncture A radical part mesmerize closely Attract the senses towards it's Beauty Shatter the future with its cruel hand Every smile hides some sorrow behind it. ©2018 SALINI.S.NAIR. All rights reserved