If the moments of peace and pleasure disappeared like camphor
The moments of pains and problems will also end like a dark night
When there is no moon on the sky
But the stars are smiling and writing something with light
Their write I am trying to read
I am sure somewhere in the book of nature
I shall find my snap as well
Kissing the soft pink coral lips of the happiness
Nobody knows what’s stored in the future.

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