Way
When the walk of life
Is written on the forehead,
When faith is just a thin tip
Of the burning candle,
That thin tip can lighten
A room full of darkness.
Someone rightly said,
"When you walk, the way appears."
Just like
The way how
The struggling Jokerman
Keeps marbles in his pocket,
The marbles can
Make the Jokerman happy,
It is a playful thing for him
And the spectators;
They know that the Jokerman
Is their way to
Make the marble-game theirs.
The spectators know their way.
Walk of life
Gives birth to destinations,
And a mere will to have faith
Is seen in cultivation
Of hopeful scenarios.
A solitary smile
Is still beautiful,
Than a bought smile
In a way full of plastic-nature,
If there is any such element.
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