Sorrow is a sense of missing something with which we have identified ourselves, and missing it permanently without any hope of getting it back ever.

Sorrow imparts a uniform gray color to our life, which does not accept any other colorful coating anywhere on its surface.

Sorrow colors each one of our actions, feelings, and movements in its own dull shade.

Sorrow inhibits us from giggling, dancing, awe, mischief, and a child's inquisitiveness.

Even if we are happy presently, sorrow prevails in the background of the past.

Sorrow sits into our eyes brooding over the irrecoverable loss, even when our lips smile with the pleasure of an unexpected gain.

Sorrow never lets us forget out past.

Also, sorrow never lets us enjoy our present.