You still remain barely known, <br />you might remain so forever, <br />you let your smiles hide a lot more, <br />and your silence did talk better. <br />the ways you care always differ <br />for sometimes neglect could make one feel better. <br />the happiness you felt were shared little <br />but sharing ultimately had found you happy. <br />The sorrows you owned were never claimed <br />But those tears were written after many a name. <br />Your successes were measured by the world unknown <br />funny the same takes away your pleasure. <br />The words spoken which meant so much once <br />looks mere nonsense for the worst. <br />You live with many unfair, <br />and with many other, each one rare.<br /><br />Rema Santosh<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/each-one-2/
