lovable,
the child's laughter,
that knows no bounds,
that requires no specific occasion
that is purely genuine
that vanishes any fear thats around
lovable,
the winter mornings,
so chilly, so cold
yet so serene, so true,
making u remember. precious moments,
untouched of old
lovable,
the early sunrise,
so orange, not a bright yellow,
having an aura,
somehow reminding you,
of music thats soft and mellow
lovable,
the daisy flowers,
so soft and petite,
so sweet and pretty,
yet having a strength,
easy to ignore, but no small power,
to brighten up a room,
a house, a life, and all
lovable,
home made food,
that somehow manages,
to tickle your tounge,
even when you're facing
the worst of damages
lovable,
the smell of mom's hands,
a mixture of pure care,
love and tenderness, and with it
the smell of the snack,
she's going to prepare
lovable,
the beat of music,
telling the feelings,
of the most grieved soul,
at the same time catering,
to those,
whose hearts are jumping with joy,
perfectly fullfilling in its role
lovable,
the sway of dance,
the forgetfullness it has,
the energy it provides,
enjoyable in all its forms,
be it kathak, folk or jazz
lovable,
the chirping of birds,
the sweet sound they make,
the cuteness of their act
the pristineness of the flight they take
lovable,
the small joys,
the little achievements,
that make the soul and thread of life,
be it in a mansion
or in a tent
lovable,
just the list of things,
that goes on endlessly,
containing things that are lovable,
in our lives
yet why is it we always
look at life's darker side?
why cant we try to
be a little more happy,
every passing day,
and smile a little more wide???????
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