I must always!

I must always close my eyes and go to sleep
even if it shows me
what I wish no one ever sees.

I must always hide my wounds
And mask my scars
before they call it a rotten farce.

I must always pick & hold myself
like a suitcase
on a crowded conveyers belt.

I must always smile
for healing and being
are ornaments of loners in hell.

I must always bow down to you
even after you’ve chosen to
uncrown me.

I must always feel complete
like a metro city, oozing of parties
unlike the bandaged holy Kashmir, reeking of pain and poetry.

I must always sin
how else will the Gods ever win?
I must always.