I do not say it is good,
Neither do I say it is bad,
But do I have the courage
To say as it is?
Though not voiceless
I remain quiet.
Am I weak, feeble or fragile?
Or just another gutless
Timid, cowardly being
Uncertain of the direction
Events may take place
And keep my lips mum
The murmuring heart inside
Rises and falls
In an effort to say it all
The twittering tongue
Caged inside
Speaks not a word.
Still I say to all around
I am not a coward.
I do not say it is good,
Neither do I say it is bad,
But do I have the courage
To say as it is?
Happy is the woman
Who cries at the top of her voice
Little bothering about
Her self-respect
When others may rejoice
Watching her go down
And bare it all
Unconcerned for
Humility and disgrace
And her public face
She cries and shouts
To her heart’s delight.
Her fluttering little heart
Is at peace
But mine is in turmoil
Anguish and pain
When my publics face
Laughs and smiles
Hiding it all.
I do not say it is good,
Neither do I say it is bad,
But do I have the courage
To say as it is?
