Contradiction

I heard soothing sound of perhaps, those ringing-bells,

Carried by perfumed wind, breezing from those far green dells

An indistinguishable-invisible life was mixed and merged

 And my ignited-dehydrated heart was somehow quenching his thirst

All of sudden, I stood up, danced, laughed and cried

People were in awe and in surprise, standing by side

I felt more incense; more soothing sound

Mesmerized I was, insisted my friends to make a round

They clapped; they sang and I danced, lying on the ground

I saw group of people, clad in white; walking silently and mournfully

Then I suddenly realized, it was not ringing bells but mourning knells

The mourning knells of one are ringing bells for someone

In life, Contradiction is often driven through the integration

 One’s dark-dreary night might be other’s bright-breezy morrow

Even flowers of happiness blossom in the roots of sorrow