(Mother nature to herself......)

The smile on my face is real,
It bears witness to how I feel.
Amid the wars and miseries,
It bears witness to how I heal.
With no friend around, unfulfilled dreams,
It bears witness to how I conceal.
The smile is real, it befriends my soul,
It bears witness to how I recuse to kneel.

May the machine guns refute,
May the autocrats mouths be mute
Who they are to decide the fate,
Of millions who they think their inmate
Looking at their sad state,
A few cleverly smile, assuming themselves as great
How cruel a fake smile can be,
Witnessing death, evilness of another degree

My real smile shines bright
Whenever it finds LOVE aound
Alas! it easily fades
Whenever it witness hatred surround.
The smile would've been more bright,
If befriended by other smiles crowned.
Smile on everyone's face, Love in each heart,
Then this smile would've been truly real—no wars—Peace and sound.
© ritu