There’s a smile
On his face,
Tho for a while
He’ll embrace,
Gathered years
Of delusory state,
His abstruse façade
Holds stuff of tears,
Thus he feigns glad
No one can hear,
What surges inside
He’ll fancy hide,
By imaging wise,
To cover sorrow
Until it subsides,
As causes held wide
Wants trick reality,
With smile that disguises!
Poetry on a Canapé 