What is seen, is believed.
Like a star, that is small.
No one cares, above the sky,
its a huge fire ball.
What is said, rightly heard.
May not be of wrong intentions.
No one cares, the untold tome,
the reason behind your action.
What is done, blindly seen.
Like the topping on the cream.
No one cares, undone is what.
Be it mess ,behind the scene.
What is shown,is to seek,
recognition and appreciation.
No one cares, at the moment,
unless good enough presentation.
What is worn is to hide,
the lump, the Sagging plump inside.
No one cares the hidden fat.
Beneath the clothes, silent it lies.
Reel, what we pretend to be.
Real, that we tend to be.
The momentary pleasure of pretence,
real life goes restricted to fence.