By Swaruparani Sahu:
Standing in the rain, but the raindrops do not drench my body
Amongst a crowd, no one can hear when I shout I’ve nobody;
Travelling on the path I’ve already trodden, yet I feel I’m lost
Neither a fairytale could amaze me nor a story of a ghost;
Laughing out loud, even with a saddened heart
With smiles all the way on my face when I’m hurt;
Giving not a clue to anyone when I’m angry
And all the bitter memories of life I prefer to bury;
Remaining indifferent when people are ignorant of my emotions
I’m tired of giving each of them my explanations;
Gaping at those strange people disappointingly
But the worst is when my dear ones can’t guess my reasons of melancholy…