Veiled Desolations

The world sings along the symphony of the uttered pain, 

The poetries of suffering- eloquently said.

But what about the agonies of those muffled hearts? 

Whose miseries remain untold, until they fade. 

What about those, who kept their anguish-

Silently reposed in the heart's burial ground,

What about those who buried their screams?

Wept in silent verses, to conceal their wound. 

Peer into their eyes, I'm sure you'll find- 

The unuttered proses, of what they hold.

For eyes are the windows to the soul,

Where stories untold - silently unfold. 

Gaze into their eyes, for they are the mirrors,

Reflecting the emotions- that words fail to convey, 

Listen to the breaths, for they say everything,

Everything those hearts couldn't say till today. 

Connect with the eyes, you'll get to perceive,

The tacit refrains, the serenades of pain,

Speak through the gaze, in the language of the heart, 

Echoes of suffering, a melancholic art.