Somewhere in the midst
of this beautiful world
a tiny flower bloom
She was surrounded by the
fragrance of rose
The purity of jasmine
The beauty of sunflower
Divinity of Tulsi and many more
All these neighbours made her
quite lower and unimportant
Not because she is worst but she
was nothing special
No god chose her as His garland
No men buy it for his love interest
No girl plucks it as a hair décor
Her only choice was to be a
small part of a bouquet
that no one cares or even notices
And throw away after the use.
Day by day her beauty fades
No one noticed except her
Every day in her life constantly proved her she is a loser
Dawn always breaks with a bad news for her
She neither complaint nor accepts the fate
Just been there like a picture portraits
She slowly move back to a more darker space to avoid every eye
Still she thinks many are concerned about her
She stands alone there in the dark
And all
misunderstood that as her choice
All considered her loneliness
as arrogance as zero efforts is
needed to be judged
Nobody asked her welfare
Not anybody wanted her opinions
Even though none of her doings
affect anybody, all considered her
as a burden that should be removed
As fast as possible.
In the midst of heavenly flowers
She was a misfit everywhere
As all were busy in burying her somewhere
She finds God as her only solace
She slowly realised
God has no ear for her any day
Nobody understood her words
Nobody understood her silence
She was all alone ( surrounded by so many ) till from her birth
She never come across anybody’s path
She never gave a word in anybody’s life
She just wanted to please everyone with her mild behaviour
All get pleased when they have any urgency and easily forgotten her
She steals nobody’s happiness
But all steal hers
She wanted nobody to be sad
But none concerned about her feelings
Her friends swing in wind
Jump in rain
Become brighter in Sunlight
And shy in moonlight
They all act as the nature demands
Never did she has the courage to do so
As seasons changed
They cut down her from root and throw it away in the well
She drink a lot of water and died after sometime.
If there was an epitaph for her it would have written
“you would have seen her somewhere who born as a dreamer and died with nothing fulfilled”
At least in that matter she is unique
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