MASKED

She smiles,yet I see an utopian happiness;
A symbol of her hidden pangs,
Which bitter autumn brought upon the bud of her heart.

She smiles,yet I see tales of concealed pains;
A ribbon on her ever flowing tears,
Which her mind transfers to her soul.

She smiles,yet her blares can't be hidden;
Not even from her being - where emotions flow
And nagging thoughts roar like thunder.

She smiles,yet dies gradually in silence
As her pain feeds her shame
And she pays the whole,but not to freedom.

She smiles,yet finds not solace
In the mask covering her real face;
And veiling where her true picture lies.

When will you take the statute of your peace?
You unsurer,that puts forth weakness to use
So long lives this and drains life out of you.

Let not yourself to the union of the untutored -
Admit impediments.Wounds shouldn't be left untreated
For they last forever unless they be healed.