The Mask of Glee. [Sonnet]

Hiding all his tears,
echoing his laughter
Shielding all his sadness,
keeping his constant smile.
People say, “he is the happiest”
But, his hardships stretch to a mile.
He cries in the rains,
he cries at the night
his plights are sacred to him
never brings them to light
Never let go the tears in crowd
Eyelids holding them tight.

Donning the mask of glee
I am ‘He’

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About Chetan

A twenty year old infant who fears if crows may shit on him or if Bengali aunties' umbrellas may prick him in the eye. He is currently waiting for Mamata Banerjee to leave Kolkata.

Posted on June 12, 2012, in February Compositions.. Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.

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