The Lives Unseen Poem by ashok jadhav

They walk among us, quiet as the wind,
Their burdens hidden under daily care.
No trumpet sounds to mark the pain they bear,
No law records the cost of each small loss.
Their hands grow calloused, not from pride, but need,
Their voices soft, for shouting brings no change.
We pass them swiftly, eyes upon our own,
Oblivious to struggles left behind.
Yet every act of courage, though unnoticed,
Sustains the fragile order of the world.
The suffering that hides in plainest sight
Is testament to strength we rarely see.
Compassion asks only that we perceive,
And in that seeing, honor what persists.
The quiet heroism of the unpraised
Becomes a weight of beauty in the dark,
A proof that human hearts endure, unseen.