He likes to laugh,

He likes to laugh,
but,cries.
Flower,once is plucked,
get dries.
He often,never cares the thing
having in his hands,
He bothers only,when ,
It flies.
though he knows it well,
when we walk closing our eyes.
we fell
Does he remember
that,
Life,comes to us once,
And only once
Neither twice,nor thrice.
Care your life when it is with you
If you are wise,really wise.
 
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