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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required I smile to the world And enjoy the warm glance That is returned to me! I smile to the world With a sparkle in my gaze A sparkle having been placed there On purpose Meant to give the world A hearty jolt A jolt, willing it to want to smile back Or even to laugh uncontrollably Or even to fall to the ground While grappling its tummy harshly Suffocated by the massive Jolly outburst that was caused By my smile! But then, such happens Merely because I hide, in my shadow My teary face Teary because I have been inflicted With the harshness of fate Once, when the day was dark As dark as the nether of the deep space As dark as the unseen mystery that Surrounds our existence! Pray, if I smile to the world Amidst my falling tears So like the mightiest of all Mighty waterfalls Pray, the world would have not Smiled back Rather, repulsed It would have turned judgmental And would have wrinkled up its nose And would have turned away from me Leaving me to cry Or to pretend to smile Whichever! Pray, in my shadow, lies The cause of my once unsought for fall As well as the weight it bears On my life Pray, in there also lies The effects that it has on my relation With the rest of the world! In my shadow, I am, But a one eyed doll With my hair partly missing My limbs broken And my body, putrefying! Why, in my shadow, lies that Which I wish not to show to the world Pray, a poet's shadow, is after all Such a one Else, she would not have met With poetry in the first place!
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