CONCEALED FEELINGS
LAUGHTER is the cure to many diseases they say,
why didn't it turn for me a light of ray?
I make people laugh
but laughter never divided my sorrows half...
Many frowns might have I turned
still my SMILE is unconcerned
The paint, red and white hide my blues
Is there someone who can see my frantic hues????
The clown I am, my choice..
does this dolefulness end on my demise?
This poem is written for the picture prompt provided this week by The Mag
"The paint, red and white hide my blues" I love this metaphor!
ReplyDeletethank u marie :)
DeleteYour poems are One of the best written
ReplyDeleteaur kuch :P :)
DeleteOMG!such a deepp one..:O
ReplyDeleteYou need not worry from now coz we are with you always inshaAllah..<3