Monday, April 1

Sun shines like the smile of first love,

Sun shines like the smile of first love,
Witness the hollowness of our plights,
In soft shadow of gardens, April sings
Flowery songs of short lived delights
Wearily, I watch outside the window
Looking away, the never been sights
At the window pane, a butterfly tells
The unsaid tales of needless fights
Before you lament, make sure you lost
With closed eyes, don’t blame lights

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