O Feeling!
O Feeling!
feeling feeling, feeling dealing,
Sometimes they create the horror,
Sometimes they are so sober,
Sometimes they make our surrounding so somber,
And sometimes they break the silence of a solitary land.
They make a heart ,they break a heart.
Sometimes they become intuitive,
Sometimes they become illusory,
Sometimes they become defensive,
Sometimes they become offensive,
Sometimes they elicit the fact,
Which is always on the curtain back.
Sometimes they become shroud for your body,
Sometimes they become slur on your forehead,
Sometimes they become peace of your mind.
So complex and so perplexed, so lofty and so deep.
They are the ordeal of our life,
They are pliable and they are reliable,
After all they are the hard and fast truth of human life.
They are the pangs of the heart,
They are like the different flowers of the garden,
One is stubborn,
One is docile,
One is delirium,
They are the true temptation of human life,
Which serves complete meaning to humanity,
It is only feeling which sustain human relation,
And it also imparts meaning to the human existence.
–ηiruρama
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