Conversations take place at times through the alphabets of human thought,
And the words fall short of revealing what is true;
When the mind recites a sonnet, but the sentences run dry
Are the 'messages' for onlookers to construe?
Give-away, tell-tale signs surface, every now and then,
For there is little that one's expressions can conceal.
The tough, rebellious 'warriors' try hard to swallow these emotions;
It would be ‘disgraceful’ if their feelings were revealed!
‘Should I, should I not’, the petals are plucked absent-mindedly
With vague, defocused eyes staring into the distance.
Easy becomes Difficult; A few simple words could clear the fog,
Yet, determinedly, one fuels this resistance.
Once in a while, there are gestures bordering on controversial,
And there is a risk that the ‘skeletons’ will be in view!
But then, hurriedly, one falls back onto the alphabets of human thought,
And the face then attempts to hide what is true.
