When A Wound Wane... Poem by Soumita Sarkar

You can hide your low sunken spirit
or speak not of your walloping defeat
You can laugh aloud like a racing clown
to save your esteem from falling down.
When your coveted dreams shatter
none do enable to hear the clatter;
the loner, the victim in deceitful pain
fights but sings the longing song of vain.
Hope melts like the evening sun
Life is void of every zest and fun
A word, a sign or an omen
on draining the heart of emotion,
the wound silently seethe and die
before maturing into a tear in eye.