There is a girl

A joyful happy face,

that cries with laughter

and laughs with agony.

A woman that sees a tree,

loves the tree, yet never needs to take the wood.

A tragedy, missed from whence it departs,

welcomed wherever it arrives.

Bittersweet and tasteless,

colourful and black and white.

She is real and so am I.

But... are we?

Ideas demolished,

people deflated,

nothing remains,

In the fresh new void, unexplored, yet the same and known.

Lies a world of constant wonder.

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[Najam Us Saher]

A joyful happy face,
that cries with laughter
and laughs with agony.
I liked these lines above all. This poem is really thought provoking.