Two worlds,one where mistakes are acceptable,
Where wrong and right, between them stands a vast grey area,
That makes it work..
One world where there is forgiveness,in everything,and everywhere,
No matter how bad it is..
Where everything,even punishment is a boon,though often in disguise
Where every moment there is someone standing guard,to keep on the light..
Second world,where single mistake is not allowed..
Where every drop of tear and blood,it has its own meaning..
Where everything is just work,from dancing to singing,from music to art..
Where there is no scope of light or darkness,
Where eyeless eyes watch..
Two worlds..
And inbetween these two worlds,stands love..
To take some darkness from one,and share some pain..
A place quite yet full of life..
Where often in silence,flute of life is heard..
Two worlds..
