Smile

The smile manifests on the lips. But it’s evoked from elsewhere.

It takes birth from the depths of the ever giving heart.

It radiates from the eyes that realise the dreams.

It erupt from the gut where conviction is rooted.

It moves up from the spine that hoists self respect.

It takes flight from the shoulders that holds responsibilities.

It flows from the tears of vulnerability.

It blooms from the pain of the limbs after a hard days labour.

This tender curve on the lips does not add beauty.

This tender curve on the lips ebbs away the sorrow of life, thus adding beauty!

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