They come around
Every once in a while
Blurting words that prick and pierce
For they cannot see
You living with pride
Being, what they never thought you’d be – FIERCE!
Do you want to be blind
Despite witnessing the truth?
Do you want to be deaf
When the answers are coming through?
Do you want to bend
And let them walk all over you?
They are dull
Dull and weak
Blaming the dead
Who cannot speak
Defaming your own
Can’t you see?
Their pale bulging eyes and smirk
Their narrow minds choked with dirt
Their hearts stone cold, filled with greed
Sowing the seed of doubt
That might sprout
But won’t grow into a tree
Priyadarshika I 