They're vehemently scolded!
Their hopes are folded
And striped from them
None can confide in them
...
Genius In Dull Costume
They're vehemently scolded!
Their hopes are folded
And striped from them
None can confide in them
And their testimony is shame!
They're seen as a statute
While others as astute
And it appears as though
They have nothing to offer
And their future seems bleak!
But I know they're
A specie of a different kind
They're saddled with latent gems
The eyes may not see
And assessment may not reveal
I know their creativity
And I see their progidy
They only need to discover
The sphere of their ingenuity
And plant the best of their effort
Though they're coronated
With the crown of failure
And their results speaks for them
But, deep in the golden mines
Of my intellect
I know they're a genius!
Surely, time will speak
Those they called "empty vessels"
Will birth great miracles
A different result will seen on stage
Surely, my poem will live to see the spotlight!
Have learnt that
We're all kings
And we rule with the
Sceptre of our ingenuity
In our different territories
We're all unique in our very own way...