What does it matter
That there is no happiness to share?
The pain remains faithful
And persists in the heart's lair.
When does it matter
That a fleeting moment stays?
I hold my dreams always near,
And wander far, losing my way.
Whom does it matter
That we walk together a mile?
To strangers all along,
Until the end, the journey seems futile.
Why does it matter
That I could never say it loud?
My thoughts remain silent
As only my words were allowed.
It does not matter
That I know it may never be mine.
When it parts the clouds
It is still called Sunshine.
-- Archana
