I see around me numerous walking wallflowers
Each tending to the world in a way
Which none of us understands
Amidst the reverberating glory of our lively hours.
I see them grappling them to be ‘them’
And challenge what that tries hard
To change them.
I find them talking to their self
In their sobs and anger and abrupt fits
Trying to hide their anxiety
And trying even harder to not become a ‘misfit.’
I piercingly look through them
When they make hopeless efforts
To wear unnecessary labels
And flaunt them proudly, as if someone cares.
I see around me numerous wallflowers
Feigning to be mean and cold
Showing off their bitch faces
Letting the world declare them ‘rude’
In the face of their pretended ‘indifference’.
I walk along with the wallflowers
Shrugging their shoulders and looking at their feet
Scratching their heads and flashing a smile so sweet
Running and dancing to the fine tunes
Which resonate with them as their hearts beat.
I listen to the wallflowers
Making an attempt to follow the creed
And trying to escape the honor of being a lead
Because they are afraid to see
Themselves being freed.
And then I do stumble upon the wallflowers
Vying and getting away with their fears
Fighting for themselves like a warrior,
Standing up to what they believe
Wearing their tiny, fragile hearts on the sleeve
Because they want to wipe out the gloom
Because all these wallflowers want is to Bloom!
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Nice poem.
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thank you 🙂
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How lovely.
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thanks 😀
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Did you follow my blog
😀😀
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Amazing!
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Thanks a lot 🙂
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Nice
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Thanks
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Beautifully penned!!
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Thank you so much 😀
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My pleasure always 😊
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Nice
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Thank you
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Beautiful!
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Thank you 🙂
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Good work, Khyati. I got the sense of that completely.
Thanks for following my blog, which is appreciated.
Best wishes, Pete.
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Thanks a lot
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Oh my, this is one of your deepest, “densest” poems yet. It has layers and layers. I see a gaggle of young (perhaps teenage, maybe high school girls mingling together. As the individual (I assume it is you, the individualist, the “different” (in a GOOD way) one. Leaders take charge and don’t try to wear the latest styles, they set their own. They do not think like others, prioritize their goals and needs like others, for they are the leaders, not the wallflowers. In your writing and reviews, I see you as a leader, definitely NOT a wallflower. This is a revealing poem, one I am glad you shared with your blogging friends; one I am glad you shared with me, Friend.
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Wow! With such an amazing response I am overwhelmed to a deeper layer. Thank you for sharing your thoughts with me, thank you for being a ‘friend’, thank you for seeing in me what even I have failed to see, thank you so much 🙂
This truly means a lot!
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Beautiful
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