I sit by the Ganga of my grief summed up. Often water evaporates, breeze of guilt kisses mouth I try to cry, to collect Bay of Bengal in a cup But it hurts to travel so far till south. Meanwhile, soothes the cold waves of tragedy, with cupped up hands, I sip in some grief, it seems. Meanwhile, I smirk at my Ganga; as if the errs are comedy I hammer an old wall for numerous memes. I smirk, and then smile at the irony of the smirk, I smile at the smiles, my smiles outnumber. On the 'happy me', my grief leaves mark. Find my latest smile, give it a number. Bet, there will be infinite smiles even in my last mile, In the world of positivity vs negativity, my smile will have the last smile:) What is a last smile, well? A #sonnet after quite a long time. #qspowrimod4 #qspowrimo #quotestitchers #shakespeareansonnet #draperil