Light divided,
Falls onto the land.
Keeping some in the light,
Some in darkness and fright.

Sad and morose in darkness,
Happy and gay  in The bright light.
Some stay frowned in the light,
Some stay happy in the darkness.

A girl of twelve,
Lost her mother to the delve,
Bounces around with a Happy smile,
Beneath layers of these smiles, stacked up
below a pile,
Lay her sadness.

A man of eighty,
Once powerful, wealthy and Mighty
Walks alone, frowned,
although bestowed with the light.

Surrounded by Sadness or Glee,
Man is as happy as he wants to be.
-Anirudh Shankaran.

Photographer – Aarthi Shankaran.


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