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The Girl Who Hid Her Tears


You told me to write
About your fight…
I waited day and night
To get hold of the vision
Or at least a mere sight.
The loop-holes were too many.
The words didn’t find harmony
Till the point of time
When your picture told a rhyme.
Your happy face,
With its looming grace
Seemed so out of place
For a girl in so much pain.
I kept on staring
Dangerously daring
My mind to look into your eyes.
The sight slowly got clear
Giving way to a vision so near
To the heart of a frightened man.
Impersonal is nothing.
We all share the pangs of suffering
The loading and unloading
Of burdens of all kinds.
Your smile seemed just fine…
So much like mine
So much like the smiles all around.
You will surely come around
Coz you have learnt the art
That keeps all men going-
The art of hiding a heavy heart
Behind a perfect smile.

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