Oxymoron Called Life

Apr 29, 2023

1 min read

By Asha Sreekumar

There is a little tear in every smile

There is a little order in disorder

A little light in darkness

A little richness in poverty

A little bitterness in sweetest honey

A little nectar in poison

A little safety in danger

A little noise in silence

A little weakness in strength

And a little smile in every tear.

By Asha Sreekumar

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