Hidden

Pain behind unspoken beings,

Tears behind a quilt,

A night owl starring,

A sky perfect for drawing,

A womanizer who is playing,

There were several things Hidden,

Disguised from the outer world,

But they beheld their beauty,

Behind the curious eyes.

They never changed,

For every generation,

Preserved their reminisces,

And found themselves,

In embracing them...

Not everyone observed,

Or pondered,

They were all busy,

Devoid of any time,

To cherish the hidden charm...

But the world never cared,

It had room for the neglected,

Unspoken and bruised,

It had knitted several hidden stories too...

However,

Lacking a tailor to sew.