There she is standing again,
Screaming all inside in pain,
Her face is solemn,
Sometimes words don't need volume.
Facing world with a smiling face,
Kind heart never comes from grace,
Just like flowers fit better in a vase,
You do what you can at your own pace
Poking noses in other's matter,
Shut your mouth before it shatters,
Smelling roses are sweetest,
Honestly they are million times better
Your Judgement is not needed,
I am sure nobody pleaded,
Now the environment is heated,
I mean that's why this poem is created.
All smiles, Keep smiling,
Playing guitar, Playing violin,
Water dripping wet since it's monsoon,
Sometimes words don't even need volume.