Monday, July 10, 2017

Yes, I am Scared!!

                        
Yes, I am Scared!!

Are You Scared?

Asked Me The Wild Flower

Yes, I am Scared, I Said

To face This World

That’s filled with Doubled Edged Swords

Of Approvals, Judgments,

Opinions and Rules

Yes, I am Scared…

I am Scared To Face

Standing on a Dias

To Look at the Audience, address

As I feel the smidgen n pinch

On My Face

Snooping Glances

To Gauge my appearance

Measuring My Size

Colour & Vital Status

It Makes Me feel, Awfully Ill

As if I am just a piece

Of Blood & Flesh

 

Yes I am Scared…

I am Scared

To Express My Words

The Language of My Heart

As I feel

I will be Pierced, With Sharp pointers

To My Words,

My Dictions

My Elocutions,

My Pronunciations

My Articulations

My Accents

My Performances

The Rhythm I follow

The Cadence I don’t

I will be delivered With A verdict

That I don’t Fit

Into the Set of Rules

‘Which I don’t Know Who Has Fixed

Yes, I am Scared

I am scared,  I can’t give a Damn

To this Ridiculing world

 

Why do you care?

Again, asked The Wild Flower?

Then it explained

With a Soft Tone

See,

I am a Flower

You may not find me everywhere

Never loved by any gardener

To be planted in the Parks for the humans

But I bloom, because I love my existence

Cocooned in the Mangroves & Forests

Without any Rules and Protocols

Like a untamed and carefree soul

I blossom, even if nobody cares to notice

For I adore my own being in the entire Cosmos.

I don’t Care, Yes I don’t Care

To Hell This World

As I have The Universe Of My Share


Can’t You Be Grateful for Yourself,

Your own Identity,

Your own existence and admire it

Without any approval

Of others judgments and intellects?

See….

It’s Good to be a Flower in The Forests

You Enjoy Your Own Existence

Without any protocol & Etiquette

Than beautifying the Garden

As per the Gardener’s aesthetic sense

Or plucked From the Plant

And Put In to a Flower Vase


The Moment you want to Fit

Into Something

Your Existence will be trimmed

At the Cost of your uniqueness

Fear will Grip Ceasing Your Creativity

You Will be Reduced to a Piece of Used Piece


Don’t Scare, Don't Care

Give a damn...

To this prejudiced world

Opinionated Minds

And apparently Lost Souls…

The Moment You Admire Your Own existence

You will be Happy & Glad

Without being concerned about The world



8 comments:

  1. Such an inspiring poem! Loved the conversation with the wildflower :)

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  2. Beautiful!...A s, wildflowers are mt favourite, understandably for being wild! 😊😊

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  3. Tina... You have done it again... 👍
    Congratulations... It carries a fab message

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    1. Thanksss A Lot Sunitha Dear!! U r really such an adorable Friend!! v:)

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  4. Thanks a Lot Kokila :) Sometime would like to see your wild side too :)

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