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If your life is turned upside down,
You should smile, not frown.
If you see no light at the end of the tunnel,
You must smile through the struggle.
If you are lost on the curvy ways of this heartless world,
You still ought to smile, though confusion is swirled.
If you fall from the eyes of all, including yourself,
You still have to smile, and gather the strength from within yourself.

Pain or prejudice,
Failure or deceit,
Financial, sensory or emotional breakdown,
Thorns or stones beneath your feet 
Whatever life has to cater to you,
You need to smile and carry through.

Because in this gigantic cosmos,
You are nothing but a useless, miniature clown.
Your woes, stress, and sorrows are yours alone to bear;
Your ailments, your heartbreaks, demand your care.
Since there are no hands kind enough
To hold the merciful candle,
To illuminate or slay the darkness
That has encircled your soul and made it fragile.

Thus, the only way out for you is to smile 
Smile in spite of how much your soul may wail,
And how many tears it sheds, leaving you in shreds and pale.
Your visage should be adorned
With a fake or deceptive smile,
Because that’s what this world can return all the while.

For most friends or foes
Can never fathom what you undergo.
Only your identical soul,
Your twin flame,
Your soulmate, the rare gem 
Can sense the dark holes that are there to scare you and  overwhelm.

But finding one who won’t leave you for failures, follies or flaws,
Who can ignore your sins and balm your scars,
Is not so easy in truth, it is far.

Therefore, you should always smile,
Because the moment your back is turned,
All the people around will smile for a while.
As is said, if you cry, you cry alone;
And if you smile, the whole world with you  will smile.

Therefore, let’s smile
And wade through all the storms, mile by mile,
Waiting one after another
In a never-ending line.

And still smile.





Comments

  1. This is amazing 😍

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  2. Actually you can fade away every despair of the life

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  3. The most important ornaments to wear always..... Smile.... Keep you alive miles...
    Nice composition of feelings in words....

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  4. Okk...Smile please 😊😊😊
    बहुत बढ़िया

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  5. Lovely expressions..I could relate with the in-depth meanings

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