By JH Sayyar
Beneath the smile, a shadow makes its bed,
A silent ache the world may never know;
Laughter lights the eyes and words are said,
Ah! a deeper tide pulls gently to and fro.
Each step is firm, yet trembles in its core,
Each breath, a veil to mask the inner moan;
For some, the heart must bleed behind a door,
And bear its grief unseen, and all alone.
The stars may shine, but not for every soul,
Some weep in silence beneath the bright day;
They play their part, yet never feel quite whole,
Their pain too proud or precious to betray
Yet sorrow hid still whispers in the night,
And seeks, in dreams, the mercy of the light
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