Amit Radha Krishna Nigam Biography

I wonder, what i show and what i really hide,
beneath my big eyes, worned by dark lines inheriting ages of my father,
beneath my assets, rusted and lone, in lost shelf of memories, hardly visible
beneath my wishes, I seldom cry making such, in fear of losing, or in a hope to get,
beneath my social life, where I show what no one knows and I will never show although,
beneath my pains and sufferings, I resist to bear sometimes, when they keep on coming.
Beneath all my dreams, I cherish with eyes open or close, and lived many times,
Or beneath my soul, hidden treasures and the secret of my being, secret no one knows.
Until i show them or until someone discovers and let me find,
that I hide, things
special enough to be written down like these?