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Feelings

Aliveness is about ease;

But it is not easy 

Love is for happiness; 

But it's not a fondness of pain ||


The path, the destination and the hustle; 

Is not meant for everyone. 

We take a step, we halt; 

Mellow out and start again || 


We stumble upon, manoeuvre, 

We break down; wear out. 

And that's how we find Courage ||


These depths, those heights; 

The strictures; the flabbiness, 

The misty daylight silhouettes. 

Nothing lasts forever ||


The glistening leaves on boughs and twigs; 

Fall down in a breezy autumn twilight. 

The tender greens; 

Are footed in a brisk. 

But the continuity never ends || 


Hail! Spring comes back; 

With leaves sprouting on trees,

Gentle and sweet sunshine;

Quivers our heart || 


And a new ray of hope is sighted; 

For life is about ease-

But it is not easy ||


                     ~ Hena Kausar 



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