Obscure deceitfulness
Hiding the hurt and hiding the pain
Hiding the tears that fall like rain.
Saying I'm fine, when I'm not,
These aches in my heart, rips me in thought,
My heart is ablaze;
I burn from within.
The peace on my face is an ongoing sin.
The world must not see these;
I've built up a bar,
My frail lie should never be wrecked;
Should it never shatter.
Solitude consumes me,
Time is passing by;
Learnt pretending to be stronger,
Until the life is taken by my unending fears.
The death is beautiful,
Will be waiting for it,
The unseen blue light at the end of the tunnel,
Which is discreet.
~ Ishrat.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Morose, such a well penned poem👍👍👍