Smile, Is it?

By Diwanshi Singh

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People say, "You look sad."

"Why don't you smile?"

Cherish, the word that I use.

Reticent, as I am,

Impervious and bloodless,

Dry-eyed, if you say so.

I smell the petrichor,

My favorite fragrance.

Lavish my world while my heart is dancing,

Without an umbrella in the rain.

Follow up with an absent-mind,

Feet, running along the music,

I prefer as melodious,

Smile, I don't wear it,

When my action speaks for my blithe.

Smile, powerless it makes me,

Shows me weak and beautiful,

At the same time.

Smile, I do when my soul cries for me.

Show girl, I am even without the spark.

Trembles I feel when my heart laughs,

Making me think,

What wrong is on its way?

And I stop myself and regain my power.

Curse is it? A smile when I wear?

Eccidentesiast, I am.

A sarcasm I know.

Happiest I will show when I'm ruined inside.

Speak the most when my soul resides.

Like a rainbow I show myself,

When it’s raining inside.

Storm comes and destructs my veins.

Bloodless veins, I correct.

And I not bleed but smile.

Like a free bird in its cage,

A plucked flower in a garth.

Fortress that I have built.

Armed I am,

Ammunitions in my hands.

Dead is the person,

Who comes for me.

No, my king saved me from the hell,

I was falling in.

Can't let myself show to the world,

They're after my soul.

World will force me to smile,

If I am not shielded and guarded.

A king, who died saving his queen,

The major reason of her being fake,

To herself and to the world.

The king being the Smile himself.

Doubt run in my streams,

When they show care for me.

Will they harm me?

Will they ruin me?

Or will they be the reason to my smile?

Smile is a fear,

Makes me dull from iridescent.

Strongest I am,

When I have a fortress and power,

And crime in my eyes.

By Diwanshi Singh