You walked holding my hand
You cried lying on my shoulder!
We lived without caring anyone
We had our jokes to laugh!
Faces appeared and vanished
Faces appeared and vanished
We remained the same!
Our doors were open to all
We had our own world too!
Secrets were fewer between us
Secrets were fewer between us
Oh! That was my imagination.
You wrote a beautiful play
With me playing a joker’s role!
We won’t hold hands anymore
We won’t hold hands anymore
We can’t be friends again!
The thread of trust is broken
Still I smile at you for no reason!
i know why the jokers wear a mask. its to hide their real face, sometimes, you can't smile if you face the world.
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Deletedeep and sorrowful. I have been and is a joker in some of the best plays. And I still smile for no reason for that's the only emotion a joker is blessed with..
ReplyDeleteSatyam...Jokers are meant to smile always :)
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