An endless ocean of saltiest tears,
A bed of roses embracing thorns in it,
The smile of a dimpled kid
The tear of a widow
A realm of endless beauty,
An eve of festivity emerging in it,
In the shine of the eyes of a poor child,
In the laughter of newly born baby,
You can find in every bit of it,
But if you see through it.
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