Unmasking the Silence: The Strength Behind Hidden Sorrows

In shadows cast by the sun's golden gleam,

There lived a man named Njue, in a quiet dream.

With eyes that sparkled, he'd always wear a grin,

Yet beneath that smile, a storm brewed within.

He thought of a friend, whose laughter was loud,

Whose joy seemed unending, whose spirits were proud.

But Njue, with a keen eye, could see through the guise,

That the one who smiled often, hid tears in their eyes.

For life's twists and turns, they'd faced on their own,

Their battles and sorrows, in silence, were sown.

Though their laughter rang out like a song in the air,

In solitude's depths, they carried their despair.

Njue pondered this truth, as he gazed at the moon,

That those who smile brightly may carry a monsoon.

Their pain held in secret, behind lips upturned wide,

Invisible scars they would carefully hide.

He vowed to be there for his friend in the night,

To listen, to comfort, to help set things right.

For Njue had discovered, in a world so beguiled,

That those who smile most may be suffering, silent and mild.

In the warmth of compassion, they found a new way,

To share burdens together, to face a new day.

For Njue and his friend, in their bond's gentle grace,

Learned the strength of a smile, and its hidden embrace.