Like a butterfly,it eludes when chased,
but sits softly on our shoulders,unattended.
Like a star flickering on a cloudy night,
it tries to illumine the space around.
Like a thunderbolt,jolting from the skies,
giving joggles every time it strikes.
Like a flower,the one day beauty,
blooms at dawn and withers at dusk.
Like a bird,it flies away,
when its flock migrates their autumn flyway.
Like a river's streaming flows,
it moves away,unstamped on the same waters again.
Hence,the blissful feeling of contentment,
happiness is never everlasting.
-Archana.
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