The Smile Poem by Laxman Rao

The smile which I wore
On my face, lacks its
Depiction of true content.
For; it’s a lousy laugh
Laughed at adversity’s face,
Born of agonized strain.
When the melancholic spirits
Enter my senses & groans out
Of desperation & vain.
The intellect which reasonizes
with occult, subdues the sad senses;
And this is one such smile....

Wherein self pity uplifts the self-esteem
From the pitiable face unto prided grace.