Sorrow Market

Palak Verma

There were a thousands sorrows, All kinds of sorrows, we're in a market of it. Some traders, buyers, and sellers have cheap stock, 'Losing a loved one', 'confused of life', 'rejection of hope'...no surprise. Some are gifted for free, even without buying, What can we do? We are trying. A light burns bright, from a nearby merry market, The last light of hope, overspreads over morrow, Intangible sorrows all hung over ceilings... Killed by hope, a new trader in the market, When I saw me go away from the market of sorrow, I knew I will come back tomorrow, Not for selling or buying, but to live a life worth living, Because after all, there's no merry without sorrow.

2018-09-18 09:08:01

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Palak Verma

@Madison Tyler thank you Madison... 💕💓

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2018-09-18 16:23:01

Palak Verma

@Ruqayyah Jkh thank you 😉💕

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2018-09-18 16:23:40

Madison Tyler

You are alway welcome

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