As i started undrstanding the facts of life,
everythng started becoming so clear,
all things were so gaudy and sparkling,
as if you are holding a pearl without any fear.
but it was just a matter of short span,
all things worsened with the change in time,
now the things were more shabby and torn,
like a dark old iron covered with layer of rust without any shine.
the scars which the life made on our face,
was bleeding and the pain was over par,
the feeling we were going through,
was like somebody pouring on our skin the hot boiling tar.
all this what i felt has now made me understand,
all things we find beautiful are
black behind the end,
we should try to face each thing more practicaly,
as if a young lad fighting bravely in the spanish bull's ally.
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