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Something hidden
Often I sit in a corner of a quiet bough ,
Looking back a little , not too far though.
How I erred and never saw behind ,
Smiles of few who claimed to be mine .
What lay there was hidden in the smears
Of laughter and mirth , through the years.
Our innocence become our enemy,
We don't see if its the one you should rely.
And moments of fear and frenzy,
Cause your tormented self to deny .
And so time passes , pondering never stops And so time paases , you refuse to be lost.
© Smita Bakshi
Looking back a little , not too far though.
How I erred and never saw behind ,
Smiles of few who claimed to be mine .
What lay there was hidden in the smears
Of laughter and mirth , through the years.
Our innocence become our enemy,
We don't see if its the one you should rely.
And moments of fear and frenzy,
Cause your tormented self to deny .
And so time passes , pondering never stops And so time paases , you refuse to be lost.
© Smita Bakshi
