The Backstage of a Smiling Face.

Behind my smiling, gleaming face, Lie depressions unspoken, Completely untold and unveiled. Behind the felicit mask, Stream tears of blood unstoppable. The result of pains, unbearable pains. And the leftover vague illustrations, Of the runaway happiness Which too… Are only spondant memories. Don’t judge a face By the huge smile it stocks Because behind the curtains Swirl the fogs of grief… …Of unemerged, untold unhappiness This is the backstage of a smiling face, So looking “jolly” face. FATIMA KHAN