Her smile
I know how it is
When she smiles for others
And deep inside her a disturbed weather
Bangs the doors,
Wants to come out break open.
As I know what it takes
When a plant holds flower
On a land barren.
As I know how it is
When well being of a son bothers
More than her pain to a dying mother.
I look at her and wonder
How she hides her pain under
As the smile at the edge of her lips shines.
Is it love or life
I simply mesmerize.
Before the light, the darkness surrenders.
poem by Kingshuk Chakraborty
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