Sorrow in disguise


A man manifesting spunk and grit in his eyes,
Everyone explicated him as a man wise,
But no one could see a sorrow in disguise;

He strived to clinch the expedient spot,
But his nugatory endeavour failed to begot;

Moans escaped his lips through the suppressed sound of hiccups,
Which admonished him to wakeup;

He then received recurrent damp squibs as an aftershock,
But now he was as impregnable as a rock;

Resolute individual carved way for the demotivated ones,
Replicating his endurance to make them the blissful ones;

His alleviating hand seeked for amity,
But none acclaimed his charity;

The grin on his lips concealed the prejudice,
But still no one could see the sorrow in disguise.

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