But why will someone think that we don’t need a reason to be happy? When, grief actually came with a reason. How is it that happiness won’t need a reason to come into our lives?
No one can even think that the things at two separate shores of the world can have such symphony. Both at the extreme ends but depths of both unknown. Maybe they meet at a place. Yes, there must be…
You are a woman,
Made up of sweat, blood and skin.
You are not a muse,
Certainly, not someone’s excuse…
You are not a trophy to be won,
Not even a loss to be mourned….