poeTRY (Volume 2)

UNTAMED (Shreya_VA)

UNTAMED

Blooming like a rose

Isn't even an option for most of us.

We bloom like the wildflower,

Neglected and ignored even when we blossom.

We're bullied and shamed,

For our sizes, colours and looks,

Judged and scorned,

And made fun of just cause

We're the different flowers in the bunch.

We're the pale roses and dark marigolds,

We're the yellowed leaves and drooping ferns.

We're the spring that feeds the lands,

And yet the big rivers steal the show.

Once our part is over, we wither away

Unnoticed, unsung, unadorned and unloved.

But we bloom fiercely in our own way,

Fight for ourselves and brave the dangers.

We fight and we win.

We're the odd pieces in the bouquet,

That add more price to the flower arrangement.

We're the unconventional beauties.

We aren't the unnamed shadows.

We aren't tamed showpieces.

We're the untamed, unbounded wilderness.