Uncover

There is a strange strength
In the tears that I cry for others
Joining in in their pain
And often providing comfort

There is renewed sense of self
In every little object or project
That I painstakingly, loving build
Often to make another soul happy

There is a proud sense of achievement
When a smile erupts on many faces
On seeing the hundreds of pictures
I click to savour moments

There is revelation of my inner self of sorts
In every poem , every story
I put down on paper sometimes
Because I cannot say the words aloud

There are so many aspects of oneself
That more often than not remain hidden
Sometimes because we don’t want others to know
Sometimes because we’re yet to be discovered

©pallavi4