Everybody played gleefully
assuming they got all life offers
enjoying as if no tomorrow
or no change would dethrone them.
She stood quiet, aloof in a corner
wondering what life could bring further
what if the ride started descending
would she be patient or scream out?
Pondering over the past gone by
how dreadful it had been
and though the wounds would heal if forgotten
was that really needed?
Does grief not provide wisdom
and increase the patience as needed
Does it not transform you
making you stronger and better today?
But people whined and cried misfortune
how they had been hunted and killed
would they instead not be happy
the level of torture they experienced!
And now as they stood free
would smiles not be better than tears
would planning and working not be better
hands look better working than with wine glasses!