By Ali Rizwan
His lips said that he was not sad,
breaking all the chains that disquiet had spread.
His face was adorned with an exquisite smile,
But only God knows the storms that wrecked his fragile.
A journey from joyful childhood to a miserable reality,
Where all the eyes which once looked at him with amity,
Had now swept far away from him,
Leaving only darkness, fear, sorrow, and grim.
The frost of agony made his soul cold.
He wanted to yell, but the mortal boundary had his screams hold.
Imagine the arctic darkness making an indeterminate life,
In such a way that you wanted to cry, but tears are strife.
Out of serendipity, he found a source of light.
It was loving and comforting, by being warm and bright.
The presence of light made the bitter frost melt,
Where there was despair, bliss was felt.
He thought that the life of that light was an absolute delight,
But later he confronted a shocking insight.
The light that, for him, was a pleasant sight,
Is itself burning to attain that bright.
He understood that life is a kindness wheel.
Being happy at every moment is the best heal.
Now it was time to give what he had received.
Being a light for someone else is how he proceeds.
Though the heart was shattered, it was glad,
And that's why the lips uttered, “I am not sad.”