THE SMILING STATUE

Far from the brimming crowd
And the music going mad and loud,

Set apart from the long queue,

Stands erect a smiling statue

He knows you, he knows me

And smiles on and on

But no one knows the tears he sheds

When everyone around is gone

They call him a winner

Still nothing for him to celebrate

He just puts on a vague smile

And an excuse ‘framed accurate’

He knows what he is,

He knows where he is around

With his head aiming at the sky

And his feet rooted in the ground

He stands erect, he smiles again

Now humming a soft tune in rain

He can’t afford being in the crowd

Or enjoying the music going mad and loud

The truth larger than life for a while,

Hidden behind the secret envious smile

No one in the crowd knows that,

And that no one gossips about

“He doesn’t need to fit in,

 who is born to stand out.”