Fake is the face
Which hides the pain
A smile it wears
To cover the tears
Giggles of sadness
A tinch of madness
No one can dig
the concealed state
Masking the heart
faking a spark
Giggles of sadness A tinch of madness No one can dig the concealed state.. fake and the real.. lovely contrasts you make in your poem.. tony
Fake conceals what is real! A excellent write about concealing sorrows!
A nice little piece of thought, Rini; wonderfullly expressed.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is a very good heartfelt poem about conceal.