No Complaint
Clown-like I
I am smile, I laugh
I am laughter, laugh
Never ask me
“Cry, be sad.”
That is out of me
That is too far; isn’t for me
What can pain be?
Where is its house?
I am distanced from Backbites
(As a shore to shore, unfit are words)
This is daytime and in sunshine
Till comes nighttime and comes moonlight
Being on own
Hidden of sights
The pains come out
Tears fall down
Pretensions covered by lid
Pot of my heart
Boils; becomes steam
Steam cools down; sterilized
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