My face is not all the face that you see...
Lies make up the rest of it...
I no more want you to see me like this...
Yes, you are generous in giving,
Your lips droop down to give shelter,
The tears still makes this barren land so fertile...
But I want to break loose...
The person you know is not all of me...
This jaundiced soul no joy does bring...
You nearly have filled me up...
I am yet to give you anything...
"Mithye"
Shankho Ghosh
Bhabanubad
KaushiQ
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