It’s your propitious and affable smile,
That has made me come out of the closet,
Viewing the world with a refreshed eyesight,
And, feeling the pulse of life, like never before.
Your inspiriting smile has made me break up,
With reluctance, anticipations and validation,
I’ve never felt better and confident within myself,
All because of you turning to be my bulwark.
Now your caustic smile shudders me,
I wonder how and when did this happen,
The same person, and the same smile,
Yet, uncooperative, demanding and ruthless.
There’s slur, and there’s inexpressible torment,
Once a smile, that has made me try to live,
Now, being alive has become an infliction,
A smile from the raging inferno and Jeremiah.
And, in-between, I’ve mussed my roseate smile,
O, there’s one always at the lip’s corner,
But, stolid and unappealing to every eye,
A façade I’ve learned to uphold like never before.