YOU & 7 YEARS OLD

The calm, the peace, or the relief, The patience you learnt, The faithfulness and rigid belief Of the blissful mind you earned. Or will you tell him The guilt-filled happiness And never-ending emptiness you had? Or about those unzipped lips And the salty tears you shed? Or will you tell him the reason to be here? A place, or a room, with no one named, Still an echo of your name everywhere! Be the hope in his eyes, And not a mask of your own lies.