Till When I Will Hide
Till when I will hide my face in leafs of those books,
Where would I hide when those moments will age?
Till when I would have to wear that smile for them,
Break my peaceful silence, and satiate the onlookers,
To acknowledge my happiness for them.
They will think that I envy them,
How should I cure this mental commotion?
I don’t envy but just think,
About the ambivalence they and I go through,
Only way we distinct each other is,
You are worried about your sunrise,
And I’m awaiting here for the sunset.
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