Paradox

She's never sad,
Eternally happy and glad,
She laughs with laughter,
She keeps within,when tears gather.

When she gazes at the night passing by,
Pressed to her chest,her heart asigh,
But her eyes dry as a desert arid,
Her lips,to a deceptive smile,married.

Her days a cheerful song,
Her gaiety infects all,before long,
Casual eyes ask,"Why so merry?"
The keen sight,"What grief do you carry?"

Her countenance,reflects no clouds,never,
The apparent sun trapped in her,forever,
Daughter of bejewelled darkness,she,
It's music resonating in her tale,that be.

Befriended by rain,foremost and first,
Her heart starves-her soul dies,not of thirst,
She breathes life profusely,
Striking a balance,life let's her live scantily.

Be kind,name her not morose or morbid,
You wouldn't know them;God forbid,
From your  soul, sated and happy,
Gift her a fistful of crystalline felicity.

Perchance,her soul conflicting,
At peace would be residing,
In a purged heart,tired of affecting,
A front ,fake,without ever relenting.
                                                        Chandni.