The poetess

by Gurpreet

She speaks with a timid voice
keeps her eyes on the floor
she smiles but hesitates
but when she does
it is a soundless wail

She speaks with a timid voice
from her dry lips
in form of whimpers, the truth escapes

There is a night in her heart
and pain in her soul
her eyes are dry
but emotions moist

She longs for joys
she imagines laughs
No gold can content her
but the warmth of a child

She is innocent
She seems afraid
But is she ?

There is a silence in her words

I fear that silence.