Waiting for the Right Time

I want to tell you,
How much I have suffered.
How much I have endured.
Will YOU listen to me?
I saw her drinking vials of tears every day,
With blood dripping from her forehead,
And bruises on her body.
He ripped off her hair,
Still, she didn’t utter a word!
She was the epitome of patience,
Who suffered the pain inflicted upon her,
But she didn’t complain.
All she does is for ME!
I buried those strands of hair deep in my heart,
For, it reminds me of my dark days of childhood.
I was the reason for her suffering,
The reason she went through all those hardships,
The reason why she put on a smile and endured everything.
That smile has deceived many,
For me, it was like the enigmatic smile of the Mona Lisa.
When someone asked her,
“How is your life going?”
She smiled as if she were living her dream.
That curve on her face tells a hundred untold stories,
That they can never imagine!
Those nightmares still keep me awake
I’ve so much to ask,
I’ve so much to say.
I wanted to protest,
But the world silenced me,
Since the first day!
That “right” time never came.
Now I’m afraid of my own voice,
It sounds so unreal.
I put on the same robe as my mother,
I put on the same deceiving smile, So that no one can know,
How much torture this child suffered, To become this gentle!