Quietly, I listen to the people around,
Who are sharing their happiness with a cheerful sound.
Spreading my lips, I wear a fake smile,
Nothing to share as such worthwhile.
Sometimes, I feel alone in the crowd of thousand smiling faces,
And can relate myself, only with their bad phases.
At times, I wonder as to, why we feel that way,
But, soon I accept, it’s not necessary to have a reason always.