For something to be born, something has to die,
For someone to be happy, someone has to cry.
Is the Nature thus in a perfect balance,
Giving each emotion an equal chance?
The flood is balanced by the drought,
Sadness within has happiness without.
Are we then parts of a whole,
Fragments of a common soul?
In pensive mood, should we search for our other half,
Who would, through our tears, make us laugh?

© 2011 – 2013, Sunbyanyname. All rights reserved.

You may also like