White We have patience, but still we complain, A paradox of emotions, a contradictory refrain. We smile and hide, the frustration inside, Never agreeing, but still we abide. With every step, a silent scream, A whispered discontent, a hidden dream. We wear a mask, of calm and peace, But beneath the surface, a stormy release. We search for answers, in the dark of night, For a glimmer of hope, a shining light. We hold on to patience, like a guiding star, And smile through the pain, near and far. But still we complain, in hushed tones and sighs, A gentle murmur, a soft surprise. For in the silence, our voices are heard, A quiet rebellion, a peaceful word. So let us smile, and hide our pains And never agree, through all our tears. For in the patience, we find our strength, And in the complaints, a gentle length. ©twisha ray #international_youth_day #trnojo89 #YouthOfIndia
