CONCEALED

Dedicated to my mother.

The things we so try to achieve

are sometimes far from our reach,

Loosing all the hope and spur,

we do nothing but weep,

those twinkling eyes and sparkling dreams

loose all its sight and charm,

The faces which once held irremovable grins

are replaced by deep sorrow and pains,

Little did we know

there's something deep,

Concealed behind what we didn't get

Just a little stoicism and calm,

all comes rushing back with charm.

©momalkhan