I'll be smiling when you see me,
the tears will never show,
I'll be hurting in every way,
and Yet, you'll never know.
My heart in a million pieces,
broken, and strewn everywhere,
hurling accuses at me,
all the way,
and Yet, you'll never witness,
my heart bearing stiches.
Angst will envelope me,
hold me cold and deep,
unfetching, and all in vain,
saddened by the treachery, so coy.
and Yet, you'll never suspect,
anything out of normal,
amiss or short.
Yet, I'll always love you,
but, You my dear, shall Never know.
P.S: Inspiration drawn for this poem from a few lines composed by Manmeet Singh, my friend from class 12.