Happiness outside, sorrow inside,
A smile is visible on the face,
Tears are internally emerging
Without leaving a single trace.
Weeks since the sorrow arrived,
Yet too attached to escape,
A single memory, a single image,
Is enough to invade.
'taken' the word is horror,
The image itself a nightmare
As I reminisce the old days,
Numerous times, in my head , they ha played.
Sitting down, as the tears escape,
Writing with the inflicting pain,
Yet the very next moment, is the moment to stand,
And unveil a happy face.
