The Dying Mind (Poem-8)

He walks past you with a smile each day

And when he passes you, he waves;

And you too, wave back at him

You say, "He's a happy man on a happy day".

Why wouldn't he be happy though?

On the outside he does smile;

But its not that simple, my dear friend,

The human sense is fragile.

You saw his face, yes, he was smiling

But did you look deep inside?

Do you see those implying eyes?

Yes, on the inside, he cries.

He yearns for help but doesn't speak

And conceals this with a smile,

Wishes to keep his sadness hidden

Until in his will's file.

If in his eyes you glanced, you'd see

The extent of the consuming darkness

It pierces him, it suffocates him,

Until his mind's a terrible mess.

All these battles he fights everyday,

But doesn't shed a tear, he'll lie,

For when they'll ask him about his state

He'll simply say, "I'm fine".

Hence, before judging someone else

Just know that they too have a life,

And who knows? While they're working with you,

Their mind is dying inside.

- Armaan Kothare

This poem is attributed to everyone, literally everyone. Most of us feel like we have the hardest lives out of all people around us, and we are superior to others. Sort of as if the world revolves around us.

But this is wrong....each one of us has our own problems in our lives, even though some may not show this to the outer world. Consider this before choosing to judge or criticize anything about a person. Help others, and try to understand them; for if an ailing mind isn't helped soon, the end is certain and quite sad. It becomes too much for the victim to deal with. I hope you understood this poem, and please do make note of the message it conveys. 

Also, for anyone going through difficult times, I just hope you know that it'll be fine, as every cloud does have a silver lining. It may not feel like it, but you will get through these times!! Best of luck!!

Thanks for reading!