The heart has the tinted glass windows,
Through which we observe what one does,
No one knows that we have behind the tinted windows,
As we, too, behave normal in front of other shadows,
When we see from one side, everything looks good,
When we see from other side, everything needed,
To be freshened up, contaminated with grey and black,
The tint makes it worst not let us to pick up the best from the heap,
What we keep in our lockers not known to the bystanders,
Who always speak with innocence with our covert,
It is a great secret of the nature that this arrangement suits a lot,
Just imagine our hearts are made of plain glass and visible to whole world.
veeraiyah subbulakshmi
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