Smile on my face,
is not a possible truth,
i may not tell you,
what i feel,
my wounds are never to heal,
What i should reveal,
and what should i conceal,
Lingers a question,
In my eyes,
and writes a wrinkle,
On my face,
till the ends are far-reaching,
and hope that peeps,
like oozing blood from skin,
The real hides deeper than that.,
and you stay in front of me,
to make doubts,
about me, and my person,
while i am talking.
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I would like to translate this poem
till the ends are far-reaching, and hope that peeps, like oozing blood from skin, The real hides deeper than that.....my anguish is deeper than that but i hide it.... penned very well packed with emotions...10 read mine yes to to... you go alone and prayer...how r u?