Goodness

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Many Days have been

I haven’t written anything

Today I put my hands on the Keyboard

Perhaps to tune my feeling through mind-chord

My feelings are new and has buried the old

Now I am not good but I am bold

My Goodness was nothing

But a dull flower in the soil of my cowardness

I got afraid of them who are themselves

Shrinking in the darkness of fear

I got unhappy due to them who are themselves

Too unhappy to see other’s happiness

They don’t let you to see the reality

Disguised themselves in the shallow make up of gaiety

Love! It is only that can make us bold

It is only that can change our mental-mould

And boldness is what let you to be free

And freedom is the sweetest fruit of your Life-tree