NEEDLES OF THE HEART

The smile you see on the face
A mask, like actors of old, a play
To cover sadness from lesion
Wounds inflicted by tiny needles
Of trying efforts, love not returned
Scornful glances and desertion
I am left in the open to be beaten
By rain and sun, in harsh climates

The smile, once from a healthy heart
And genuine affection keeps me on
Makes me act as in normal times
To walk erect as a man, knowing
I paid my dues, served my country
As commander of the people’s army
I stand corrected, if this is not the man
You once praised for his qualities

I woke up one morning to see you
Standing by my bedside with a cup
Ah! Blended coffee, with rich aroma
You handed it to me gently, with a kiss
Like Judas’ on the master’s cheek
Of betrayal full of minuscule needles
Unseen by eyes, the drink was good
Prickles pierced my chest with so much pain