Reasons lot more mayhaps,
to follow the dark,
to illit the spark.
When you have got to struggle,
in the way harmonize,in juggle.
With a smile ,does a magician,
now dear, its your turn,
to weep and cry in freestyle,
or occult tears for the meanwhile.
Might have been on trial,
to measure the limitless endurance.
Hope arrives when patient,
dope derives when reluctant.
Felicity is a choice,
to celebrate life with a noise.
Relucent are we,sure to reflect back,
in wide for miles,
untill occult tears behind a smile.
Nay, not smile defines status.
Behind the scene lies the real us.
Its bold to hold, prevent the tears to roll,
not a drop in public,as all woes got stole.
To be honoured to our own,
for the tears not be shown.
Falls the heavy heart in solitude,
cry till you smile in attitude.
Worthwhile,
Occult tears behind a smile.
Tears lack words,
as smile binds the world.
The world not my own,
to be ridiculed and thrown .
Judgement is effortless,
to see the depth, nevertheless.
Let not waste tears ,uselessly flow,
you have got to glow, to reconcile.
If you,occult tears behind a smile.