i laugh a lot when i need solace,
so dont believe my smiling face.
i hide my tears in heart, very deep
& never let anyone peep.
at times i feel like crying,
but my lips never stop smiling.
i am used of hiding my pain,
because, by revealing nothing i gain.
instead i gain slanders & sympathy,
which hurts even after paying apathy.
so the best thing i feel,
is to keep my pain under seal.
thats why 'my smile' i show off.
& make people believe my laugh.
even the ones close on my side,
cant guess the pains i hide.
to know the gloomiest part,
one should peep through the window of my heart.
arfa Iris, nice creation. window of your heart is strangely mysterious.
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arfa Iris, nice creation. window of your heart is strangely mysterious.