Concealed Poem by ashok jadhav

Concealed beneath the calm we choose to show,
The heart keeps truths it fears the light might break;
It smiles in public, steady, warm, and slow,
While hidden storms its inner silence shake.
No casual glance can read the depth inside,
Nor guess the weight of words we never speak;
We learn to walk with secrets as our guide,
And guard the wounds that make us feel too weak.
Yet what is kept too long begins to ache,
For silence pressed too tight can start to bend;
The soul must choose what risks it dares to take,
And trust that truth can heal more than offend.
So let the hidden find a gentler way—
What's once concealed may yet be saved by day.