My Smile is on Stage

To contain my smile I face them who act
Telling my stare, and wearing the fact
I see in the corner of my existence,
The existence holds an appearance.
The acting in a theatre may be written
But where does the action remind construction
Of the words we face and have read
In this life we call, this living carried.

poem by Naveed Akram
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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