Where is your smile?

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Dry leaves are like a reconteur,they tell you a lot.It  narrates a story which can activate your quiescent soul.
You know how?
    Dry leaves were once fresh.They had a life.But then came a quagmire ,a situation of disgust.Lot of rays from sun burnt the leaves.Now it is dry and lifeless.It can have a rancour for nature but it keeps no hate feeling against anyone because if it does that ,where will the ecstasy of escaping from this earth go?
Dry leaves are thankful to Sun .The sun provided a perfect chance to it
.It can escape to heaven now.And moreover,it's time for something new ,some fresh leaves to increase the beauty of nature.

Where is your smile?
Has it been overshadowed by  sadness?
Refresh your emotions.Yes! Your emotions are dead now like a dry leaf but ...but  stop complaining.Be like the dry leaf and give oppurtunity to fresh SMILE .Give oppurtunity to  a curve which can improve the overall structure of your face because once we smile,our soul enlightens !
Where is smile ?
Don't let your sadness overpower it.
Because  IT WAS TRAP ,trap to bury the happy emotion called SMILE somewhere around you
And once it gets buried,it will be buried forever.Wake up!

This post is a part of Write Over the Weekend, an initiative for Indian Bloggers by BlogAdda.

This time prompt was to use "it was a trap" in post.
Wow- creative prompts for creative writers.

P.s- this is my effort to write about 12 emotions in 12 weeks and Smile is the first emotion I am writing about.

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