The laughter is snatched away
the ruthless pain and grievance
masked behind a fake smile
encasing the inner turmoil
is killing my very being
everyday.
How long would I carry
the burden of duality?
Of enacting a role
that I put on
like a lended robe
of a happy-go-lucky person
that once I was in reality.
I pretend to live
when life is a living death
my dignity, my words
all are questioned
by my own people
who instead of the honesty
and courage of owning
the truth
make it look distorted.
And
an innocent relation in progress
and the life itself is aborted
before being given a chance
to live and survive
and fill the world
with laughter and smile.
This is a really wonderful poem. But why is there so much pain associated with it?
Dear Aditya,
Is it not true that pain precedes a new life–a new birth?