An untold story: A poem by Neha Gupta

Beneath the layers of a smile, weak and tremulous,
Something was hidden, not a trace of its presence.
Covered in tears and trauma, was a story
Tucked away in the shrouds of past deep in the quarry.
 
Its bruises were covered artistically,
Veiled from the rest of the world, held inside tightly.
What everybody liked to see was being shown,
In the limelight of life’s stage, the show must go on.
 
She closed her eyes to avoid the pain,
Betrayal had knocked on her door and entered seamlessly.
Yes, the door was opened by none other but her husband,
How an intruder became part of their married life? She wondered
 
Honesty and integrity seemed like empty words from books,
She didn’t dare to break her home, how could she choose.
Playing ignorant was what, she opted for
Whenever the grief returned, it was muted for sure.
 

Through her eyes, though it rolled down often.
But it refused to wear the attire of spoken locution.
The story of this suffering, she told herself every day.

However, her lips were sealed; it remained an untold story.