While I Smile Poem by Rafique Farooqi

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.