Sounds like sadness have been well hidden
even now nobody has opened its face
spoken it under the clouds in the rain
under the sky, men under the sky
have kept it hidden in the forests
where there are no words.
Only the leaves and the rivulets
and their sounds.
I have taken out this woman called happiness.
I have walked with her.
Hand in hand along the banks of the rivers
bathed in the forest moonlight.
Entered the peaceful silence of my minds.
And not-entered the hearts where
there are no pains, no melancholy droop
of a flower, a leaf,
where there are lofty mountains of thoughts
but no valleys for tears to flow.
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