Mysteries revealed…

When I was born
All raw and fresh
And the happiness I brought to my close ones
Whose life I had enriched by my presence
Who had fed me , who grew me....
But what an irony
Little did they know me….

When I was teen and adolescent
Enormous friends surrounding me
Relationships that I forgot to remember
A group claiming my innermost circle
Rejoiced and recounted my very presence
But how sad to reveal
Little did they know me…

Now I am young and a lady
Holding only the defined relationships
Still there is an imperceptible line I drew
Not to lose my solitude
For am afraid of becoming public
Afraid of losing my mystery
Little I wanted them to know….

Years passing by, I’d be old
My hairs turning grey
Yearned relations by beside
I’d conceal my mysteries which are enormous
Just to make them a legend
I will rest in peace and won’t miss any soul

For
Little do they know me…