With Smile (I Am Happy) Poem by Malaya Roses

Why your faces change in color?
Seeing you and her
At the same chapter of swing
Day or night
Sharing the same knob
House of yours is hers.

Why your faces draw no blood except fear?
Meeting me here
With smile but never anger existed.

In me I know you
But was forgotten about my being, myself
On the twisted judgmental value
I had made a choice; I let myself out
From all including past loves and regrets
Life is so beautiful!