that's always a given, regardless of what.
A real smile...rarely seen, like rain on a parched land.
So good at masking the real pain, hiding everything from everyone, all the time.
So few times can the real feeling be seen, fluttering over the face, momentarily.
Where does the strength come from? The persistence? The resiliency?
I don't know.
Hope? Or the strong will to never do any wrong to another.
Blame. The blame on oneself, for others mistakes.
Doing no wrong, yet feeling as if she has.
Doubting the natural feelings as being unnatural.
The smallest of joy make her truly happy.
Yet these small joys rarely seem to come her way.
But nonetheless I have hope for her.
The tunnel is long.
But I see the light at the end of the tunnel.
And I hope my eyes aren't playing tricks on me.
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For you...
You know who "you" are.
"Tum itna kyu muskura rahe ho...kya ghum hain jisko chupa rahe ho"
"Tum itna kyu muskura rahe ho...kya ghum hain jisko chupa rahe ho"
