And i saw those birds singing, Who once had forgotten how to chirp I saw them measuring the heights of sky For the chill that constrained them, Metamorphosed into dew The effulgence was obvious; Radiance embraced the precious beads Turning the ambience prismatic.
A flame of lantern Burning since ages Silently inside the charred walls That hide her from the world outside, The world her glistening eyes feared But he effervesced the smoke off the walls That Acquainted her with brightness of life She let the light glow her effulgence; Flame burnt with the burning sun.
No one is all good or all bad . Being good and bad are states of people . Judging people into these two types is stupidity. We never know the one who always has hold of good state when hugs the bad and vice versa. People need love and emotional support to be in state of good and at one time or other we all suffer of its inadequacy. So if we can't find one for ourselves atleast we can be the one for others . Good always returns back .