Her passion was a boon to her.
She could hide her pains,
And no one could judge her for her thoughts.
She considered herself lucky.
But those suppressed pains and feelings
Were killing her inside.
No one could ever understand her.
The thought made her weep alone.
She couldn't bring it out
Both her happiness and pain.
The more she hid it, the more was its intensity.
From everyone's perspective she was happy.
But her hidden side was not open to all.
She herself hid the words she wanted to utter
Deep inside her poetry.
Poems were her source of relief.
Her secret friend, her motivation.
These poesies depicted the hidden words
Which she couldn't express to the world.