Smile?

With the clattering wheels-
‘I’ heard a wagon-
Passing by-
I rushed to the window- [Ragged!]
To see
The mounting sun-
And
As usual-
To see ‘him’!


‘He’ carried the oodles
Of the ‘stones’ to the cliff-
And
Sighed!
(Wiped off his sweats!)


His sweats as weary as him
Stumbled down
And vanished in the space!


Like every day…
One thing was common in him
He wore-
The same “smile”-
As he had in the bygone yesterdays-


I looked at-
His “smile”- that remained alike-
Despite of the hurdles-
He had-
Every day !


His “smile” was concealing!
The flux of pains & grieves
Still he managed to “smile”…


After all,
I never judged him
By his “smile”!

For me-
Smile is a hide-out!
For billionths of melancholy truths!


I never judged him
By
The zenith, he stands today,
the sweats, he lost
and
the pains, he masked!


I judged him
By
“The Dust”- he roused from
To the paramount!


Should I “smile”-
To veil-the fact
that- I am not smiling?

Vacant-went my lips!


So,
All I did-then-
Was-
I bowed
I “smiled”
                        -For him
And went my way…






Sanjeeta Sharma Pokharel “Hridayaninadini”
2:30 am, Saturday- 3rd Dec-2011
IISc
Not all those who “smile”- are happy !

Photocredit: Marsha Elliot

http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/Sanjeeta-Sharma/830905/