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Wildflower
For the longest I remember I wanted to be a rose With bloody red petals and heavenly fragrance Almost Perfect from every corner Growing up I became something else instead Couldn’t find the smell of my soul Or may be I just didn’t glow I realized my blood was not red Wondering if universe forgot to place me right Panicked , scared all I could do was hide Waited now to find my home Rose, I am not, will my garden be all right Or was it even mine in the first place I never belonged, I only became A burnt soul to smell a little Tried and played my part whatever ways One day a bird saw me feeling blue She realized Something's wrong can’t you see a winter in the summer Wrong that’s me , I can feel it, can’t you She looked at me with a lot of whys Confused, waited a while then replied Different and wrong are different my friend Why couldn’t I find any pity in her eyes I have encountered winters so blue Quiet, peaceful splendid nevertheless The fragrance of nothingness is in you Don’t be red when you can be true Now it was my turn to feel aghast you want me to find different I said Leave my home to find your winter-land I just learnt how to be wrong at last What if I look and find it one day I am not wrong or different anymore My people all around me But this pain inside still doesn’t go away What’s to look forward to then Am I better than nature’s plan Can’t I just surrender and not fight I am tired for a journey, I am scared to begin again We have pages so few In this empty notebook of life There’s no destiny or destination waiting Universe gave you a life , it won’t live it for you Stay, leave, live, die It matters to you and only you Look at me, do I care to belong I decide when to stay and when to fly Fit in if that’s what it will take Breakout is the same again No one's looking no one’s waiting Find you path for your own sake It’s been days since she is gone I stayed because , who knows why If I am alive here in summer With roses and Lilly’s , don’t I belong But nobody planted me, I grew with lightning and shower May be my Destiny is to decide my destiny So What am I if not carefully seeded May be I am in fact , a wildflower
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