Hiding something is not as usual,
As a part of life,
yearns blissful hope,
But the puerile part,
Restrain to find,
What is hidden,
Inside a soul,
Of fearful threats......
Being in agony and being in pang,
Does not troop from the chamber of locks,
Not a soul,not a body,
Can find this tree,
Blinded in vision,
But in a widened pit,
From longing digs,
Pieces of bricks,
From toil breaks,
Planting seeds ,
for growing trees,
Is where you mend,
A missing part of a life so lost,
As the magic does not happen,
like a fairytale Angel,
But diligent reality,
Is our trustful path.....

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Meaning:

our success does not happen out of those childhood fairytale magic but, from our hard work...........