The Real Ones— Who are They?

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Those who smile —
beneath the smile 
are the real ones. 
What can speak 
without a grammar, 
and gives a meaning 
to laugh, hate, or scream 
Is the real one. 
Those who loved, 
and were not loved back, 
who forgave and forgot,
and stood again— 
were the real ones. 
Those who said ‘No’, 
when ‘No’ one did —
were the real ones! 
Those who said ‘Yes’ 
the only one to say 
were the real ones. 
Reals lack a definition 
Is a definition real? 


 Souraseni, Kol-6/5/22

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