These days I put on a smiley face
to hide grief, sorrow etc. when I’m outside.
No one likes sadness. Rightly so.
I am happy so why isn’t everyone happy?
This may not be the attitude
all the time though.
Still I wonder
if everyone really loves
all to be happy .
Today a colleague invited me to her house
to have some chat; she has just returned
from the US where her daughter stays.
When she called
at first I half heartedly agreed.
My smiley mask was jubilant
as it found a job;
but then I refused
as I am suffering from bouts of allergies
and still on medication.
Moreover these days
I am sick and tired of ‘talks’.
The smiley spoke to me
in an unusual somber voice
“But you’re making her sad;
she wants to share
her happiness with you.”
Sorry, little emoticon
you have to be off
my face now.
I’m not in a dilemma.
What I’ve decided I’ve decided.
I would rather complete the poem
and stay in ‘my-space’
than talk, talk and talk
and listen, listen and listen
and pretend, pretend and pretend.
Posted for Sanaa’s Prompt Nights: On Popular Demand – Life is a masquerade. You never know who might be hiding behind a mask or façade –  over @ A Dash Of Sunny
Shared with Poetry Pantry @ Poets United