Outside Inside

You saw the outside,

The exterior, the beauty;

But what lies inside,

To know, isn’t your duty?

His ambition, his dream,

Always were strong;

Persistent, like a stream,

Sang the victory song.

He had worked hard,

In night or in bright;

Even if it scarred,

And diminished all light.

When defeated he rose,

Rose again from the ashes;

And made that brave pose,

Not afraid of anymore clashes.

But all you see, is the glass,

The paint glowing in the sky;

Because there is no class,

To answer the how or why.

So, friend, next time you say,

That he is big and fortunate;

Think of the hours he had to stay,

Working alone and late.

– Siddarth

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