I may not be the poetry of a poet,
The protagonist Of a heroic tale,
The melodious notes of nightingale,
I may not be the rainbow....
Formed in the moist blue sky,
The spectrum of different colours
May not come out from the mirth of my cry,
I am just one of the beautiful creatures god made,
An ordinary yet unique in my own being,
I can't be moulded in the frame of others' thoughts
With lucidity in thinking, independence in my outlook,
Like the liberated wind blowing and,
The free rain falling, anywhere in anyway,
I would flaunt my flaws and do, , ..
Whatever to me, My heart say.
In these lines you demonstrate that free can and does mean exceptionally precious. Great poetry, Jaya.
Beautiful ode to each of us being unique in our flaws and our talents. A superb invitation for each of us to live an authentic life.
Soft Subtle yet strong words! ! loved the way you penned it Poet! ! and thus you are.. May not come out from the mirth of my cry, I am just one of the beautiful creatures god made, An ordinary yet unique in my own being, Thank you for sharing! ! a 10+++! ! !
Being yourself is to do what your heart tells you to, irrespective of what people will say. And Not what people tell to do. Thank you for sharing. Teen.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Expression and words are easy to communicate. Thinking is straight to penetrate the origin.Thanks. Write more....
I will...Thank you so much for your precious words...means a lot ☺