Tearful Smiles

A little,dry flower,

Loses it's colours,

But scent remains far,

To bring joy to others,

This is a true hope,

That makes you a source,

Of a smile as a scope,

A drop of joy without force,

If your youth is filled with laughter,

And old age lively,

If your face makes a heart softer,

And you amuse sad ones happily,

You are very lucky if you are cheerful,

To enjoy your life,

And make other's colourful,

By giving chances like a dice,

Even if you go farther than a mile,

You are the one,who,when die,

Leave tearful eyes to smile,

And smiling ones to cry.

*(Dedicated to all the true hopes which have left their scents on our minds.)