Sorrow in Disguise

A man manifesting spunk and grit in his eyes,

Everyone explicated him as a man wise,

But no one could see a feeling of sorrow in disguise;

 

He strived to clinch the expedient spot,

But his nugatory endeavour failed to begot;

 

Moans escaped his lips through the suppressed sound of hiccups,

Which admonished him to wakeup;

 

He then received recurrent damp squibs as an aftershock,

But now he was as impregnable as a rock;

 

Resolute individual carved way for the demotivated ones,

Replicating his endurance to make them the blissful ones;

 

His alleviating hand sought for amity,

But none acclaimed his charity;

 

The grin on his lips concealed the prejudice, 

But still, no one could see the sorrow in disguise.