A smile that I lost a few years back, was ever lost,
until my teeth spotted it two days back.
In pretence I have smiled, at debts borrowed a few,
None of them my very own, I still smiled, and within was a ‘phew’.
Iam not a loner, never been one,
Felt all alone, when she left me stunned.
Should I search for her or my smile?
Wish both were the same, to save me this pain.
Like a new born I cry and none know why,
with no words at my dispense, my tears help me write.
All who read, sing praises for my art,
they call me a poet, when Iam just a writer in distraught.
Desperate Iam not, though my cheeks and chin are,
this poem is a consolation,
cause the smile that kissed my teeth,
vanished before even it could reach my cheeks.