She comes to my place with a wry smile
leaves me to wonder as to why
I fail to fathom the enigma of her face
which is a whirlpool of several emotions
She seems to be feigning happiness
her eyes extruding sadness
Seldom does she say a word
as if her mouth is stuffed with miseries
Yet i admire the gleam of exuberance in her eyes
The fickleness of her expressions
have started to haunt me
She is like a flower who is afraid to blossom
the strong wind might wilt her
If i could close all the doors
nurture her with love and care
Make her rock strong
to face this cruel world
Only her fearless and full smile
can then assuage me..