Storing her tears in the
jar of miseries
she often longs for a day
she could laugh heartily
like in her childhood days.
Weaving smiles she gifts warm
smiles when she happens to
be in the company of those
dear to her
keeping all her needles of pains
piercing her heart at bay
and keeps with her these artificial smiles.
In the dead of nights
remaining sleepless and
restless
she lies beside her son
deep in sound sleep
with her eyes gone moist
recounting the short span
of delightful days
in her life.
Others must be thinking
often feeling jealous of
her how much happy she is.
They know not
fame and wealth alone do not
lift a famous danseuse
to the heights of eternal
glory and cheer.
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