She said with face ablaze, “It is okay”.
The heart writhed with twinge
Each beat a clout of pain
The heart drifted in silent throbbing.
With friends she laughed heartily
In reality the beleaguered soul bears misery
The mêlée of uncertainties so ruthless
Each cell in the body whimpered in agony.
To everybody she talked merrily
In truth she cringed in wretchedness
The hammer of loneliness pound relentlessly
In darkness, she comforts her small body.
To the world her face alight with joy and resilience
A perfect fighter in the world of anguish
Yet, her worn out spirit hid in camouflage
The abysmal abyss of pain resides.