Her Mask

Hiding sorrow, behind her smile;
Grief behind her charming face;
Creates happy cheerful screen;
Only to cover her hurt and pain!

Mingling and keeping all happy around;
Because of good taste she has of sorrows bound;
Wears the mask of contented girl,
To hide her existing face!

Thinks, her breath stops first, not the injuries;
Only she knows the reason for;
Does'nt matter, she reveals or not;
The distress never takes her apart!

Being killed each moment by fate;
Making home in her heart,
But still, she does'nt pray to strike them away;
Instead, the strength to face...!!