whenever i go out,
an armor to defend the world,
a willing less effort to cope with others
artificial, mechanical,
not related with heart
lips are trying to smile,
but eyes are unable to accompany them,
A deep wave of pain
emerged on the canvas of my heart,
where its not possible to
engrave flowers of happiness,
pain behind every laughter,
Laugh;
not just a laugh but,
becomes a cover,
at the door
of the hideous house of pain;
A flimsy curtain,
Only someone as experienced eyes
can see across it
And can understand,
the hollowness of the building,
and can find the endless pain ,
hidden at the bottom of laughter
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