People say to share
about the things which heart can't spare

when you know both the problem
and the solution
there is no chance to illusion
and no question of confusion

when one has the way,
what is there to say?

when you have the patience
to bear everything in the silence
there is no need for consolence
and no yearn for benevolence

What if you are my friend or well-wisher?
when I myself don't want to usher?

I may be aloof, I may cry
I may not be myself
If, to suffer is the way I prefer
what is there for anyone to differ?

Why should I share,
when my mind can bear?