Many a time <br />You morph into <br />A smile on my lips <br /> <br />Many a time <br />You flow as tears <br />On my cheeks <br /> <br />Why this joy or sorrow <br />When my smiles or tears <br />Fail to touch you? <br /> <br />Isn't that greater sorrow <br />Unnoticed and lost <br />In the routine melee...?<br /><br />indira babbellapati<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/explorations-v/
