Do I Laugh Or Cry, When I See My Photos? Poem by salma mansoor

when I was a kid
when the sun was hurting
I used to close one of my eyes.
It was like a wink,
a yes to a dream.
when people were looking at me, or
were taking a photograph of me,
my face was funny.
with the strange smile on my face,
bitter and sweet smile.
was it a smile or a cry?
sometimes,
trying to hide my eyes
with a frown.
they could never find,
the sad part of my life,
I could see with one eye.