Each One Poem by Rema Santosh

You still remain barely known,
you might remain so forever,
you let your smiles hide a lot more,
and your silence did talk better.
the ways you care always differ
for sometimes neglect could make one feel better.
the happiness you felt were shared little
but sharing ultimately had found you happy.
The sorrows you owned were never claimed
But those tears were written after many a name.
Your successes were measured by the world unknown
funny the same takes away your pleasure.
The words spoken which meant so much once
looks mere nonsense for the worst.
You live with many unfair,
and with many other, each one rare.