Why does the world
Want to see your smiling face?
Why doesn't anyone understand
You can be hurt by your own doings?
Why do they want to see the best in you,
When they have seen the worst in you?
Why do we have to pretend?
Why can't we be our true self
Even with our most loved ones?
O! I desire for nothing
Just a resting shoulder
To calm me,
To get on with
Will you understand?
Will you my dear friend?
By Binita Jha
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