Ah, Just Tip Of An Iceberg!

Behind a smile lurk many tears. The frivolous exterior is only a defence To safeguard one's self... Each tear gets shed With a unique sound of silence... If one tries to share, There seems to be nothing... The heaviness of the heart, The unshed tears alone Know of the burden... A constricted feeling around My heart arrests my breath... Ah, the curse and burden of Being born a girl! Should I regale in my womanhood? Should I never wish to be born again as one? Can a woebegone life bring happiness to earth? How many more years To go on with pretensions... The island-cries cannot reach the mainland... They recede with the backwaters and evaporate... And what remains is a fistful of salt! Ah, Poetry! Only tip of an iceberg. The alphabet can't measure The fullness of human experience.