They say; jolly she is
Mahnoor Khalil
A sad smile and her lips
Perfect match it was
The glittery eyes and the tears behind Ideal allies they were
An open book; they say
But the mysterious part; they lost
Her words can never end
But the unsaid words; never heard
The laughters; they hear
But the struggles inside
They never know
In the storm of rebellious thoughts
In seasons of obscure dolor
She lives with this world! Waiting, wondering, yearning
Struggling, falling, rising; Slaving, hustling, bustling
Making sense of her existence; she claims
In this oddly mad world; she says
A Mad World
