Cloudy fog blackened the day...
The windows were curtained by the fog...
With a finger one can draw pictures on the window-glass...
Tears will flow...
Its the pain of seperation...
The fog and the window-glass were stuck together...
Now, one finger,of some unknown artist,seperated them...
Both of them are crying...
The finger which seperated them,
Is rejoicing at the art..
It has drawn in the canvas of the window-glass...
Tears and joy exists together...
One without the other is incomplete...
Its the lesson, the philosophy...
Life teaches us everyday...............
