So much show going on outer front
The inner self is unheard and silent
The loneliness no one can understand
The irony is, she only chose the status
Unheard desires, unsung love songs
Too much to handle, but nothing allowed to say
What she gets is bonus of her own deeds
Time is the only thing she hurdles for… the We time!
All chores, children and family, she will laugh with
But her own self longing the company of her beloved
Only that but everything she gets…the name, fame, money
Not what she actually wants, the actual point the journey started with!
All you see is her smiles not the tears, she brink
Lashes flap and take it away with a beaming smile
Oh! Why she chose this loneliness and filth of life
May she rest in peace! after she is gone.