Who knew what she looked Like?
The lines on her forehead smoothened into a single line
Her eyebrows arched upwards making an angle with themselves
Her eyes spoke a thousand words.. The pink lips curving upwards in a smile
Her face forming a picture of serenity and happiness..
Who knew what she looked Like?
You saw her, I saw her, the world saw her smiling...
Yet in the smile, is the pain, her pain..
For she has learnt well and mastered the art
Of being in the chaos and yet being apart!
Who knew what she looked Like?
The world looks at her eyes naught into her eyes..
They see not the darkness but the sparkle..
They see the happiness naught the misery..
They know naught that in those eyes lie thousands of questions unanswered, thoughts wavering and in those eyes lie a pool of tears..
And the world looks at her but how! For they no naught
that she puts an effort to hold her head high, chin up..
So as to face them in the eye...