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Hiding Pain!

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Hiding Pain!

Why do you complain that
Your job is difficult;
Here’s my challenge,
Come on, hide your pain!

Your face should be as pleasant
as the springs of the year;
Without a mark of pain on it
Like a steady rock you should sit!

It is so difficult to control your anger,
When each of your nerve is shedding tear
The cry that screams out of your dumb flesh;
Can tear the superficiality of your face’s mesh.

Each second sending currents in your body,
The volcano of pain takes it’s birth,
Not a single caring soul you can find
On this earth which seem to be blind;

You can never do it - I understand,
But challenging reality - I stand!

14 MAR 2000

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