Hidden in the attic, many things,
Significant, insignificant, of every kind.
Stored and forgotten a long story,
a drop of tear, an overwhelming expression.
Few understood, saw through it,
Rest never bothered, remarked thoughtlessly.
All recorded with a bitter smile.
In the attic, baggage went on adding,
One fine day, Pandora’s Box burst opened,
Callous hearts mercilessly stared,
Tearless sobs continued, attic was cleared!