Adding new writers to this little place. Welcome Swetha S. Babu. 

WILDFLOWER

- SWETHA S. BABU

 

Subtle tones, painful eyes

Tragically blue, like a million skies

Turned pale, star less, rusty and rapid

Her eyes met only souls, vapid

Never for once did she feel weak

For she was not one to fall, to feel bleak

Nobody ever noticed that quiet little girl

For she always entwined in her own world

She was honey in a pot of bitterness

A pretty little sunflower, in the wilderness

She hardly spoke, hardly ever wanted

Anything every other girl flaunted

She was lovely in a way nobody understood

Little did she know, she was just too good

She embraced her wonderful dark side

Hardly gave a damn when she faced chide

Soft spoken and daring, all at the same time

Flawed, but not a heart struck with grime

She learned, all by herself, to survive

From the ashes, she was one to rise and thrive

Her heart travelled places, the human mind found hard

Weirdly unique, her past had been charred

For she found herself, she found again

Paradise is all she would attain.