An unnoticed poem, how sad and alone
Its words and lines left unknown
In the corner of a page it stays
As readers pass it by, in a daze

Its message so beautiful and true
A heartfelt ode to life and its hue
But no one stops to take a glance
And so it remains in a silent trance

Its metaphors and similes so rare
A tapestry woven with utmost care
But no one stops to admire its art
And so it remains a lonely heart

Unnoticed poem, why so ignored?
Your beauty and wisdom, unexplored
May you find a reader, who will see
The magic in you, and set you free

For a poem is not just a bunch of words
It's a reflection of the soul, that stirs
And every unnoticed poem deserves
To be read and heard, with love and nerve.