A dreadful curse it is
To see sorrow where there isn’t any.
To see a black haze even in a rainbow
To feel jeers in laughter, arrogance in smiles
And betrayal in comfort.
The hard blow of sadness
Paints dark the world around.
The melody of joy turns into a mourner.
Happy memories turn caustic.
Till they burst open a dam of emotions.
The turbulence washes away the dark hues
And brings colour back to the world.
The hues appear brighter and richer,
More resistant to the darker shades of this our life.
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