For Hidden Concerns. People of light,people of colours I grow, I climb because of you You mould my framework, you ignite the lantern Happiness seems like a happy place again. People of mirth,people of anguish I turn to you for laughters, in tears I come to you It's not only your sense of humour,  It's your gleaming eyes and strawberry cheeks. People of shades,people of eclipses Am I really visible to you? Holding animated discussions by a translucent wall, While I look for your waving hand in the haziness. You like helping me through those hurdles in life, Holding my hand, getting me to cross, hop and dodge You skip your meals,I skip my troubles And we walk out of our ways together. Why then, do you bear that sorry expression, My hand is still in yours but your eyes spell embarrassment Gaze fixed in the ground while I'm being dragged out of my pit Your formality is such,you're doing your bit You just painted m