I'm the desert flower.
Call me beautifully bizarre
Or bizarrely beautiful,
A loner in the bountiful.
Savour the scent of my divinity
You'll get pricked
If you flaw me with your frivolity.
I'm modest, not meek
Wavering but not weak.
I'm that metaphorical rose
You see in poetry or prose.
You can read between the lines
But don't ask me if I'm fine.
Ain't no need for your pity,
At least I wasn't picked
To dwell in a dull-witted city.
Don't show up with awe of pretence,
My solitude is the greatest defense.
I make my blues bloom,
In sands of glee and gloom;
I please a pallid, sombre soul
And pierce a paltry, ghastly ghoul.
Precarious? Yes, I am in sooth.
I add life to death with my truth.
Call me bizarrely beautiful
Or beautifully bizarre
I am the desert flower.
~Simran Bawa
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Persona- A Collection Of Poetries
Poetry"Persona Who the hell am I? I just wanna go I just wanna fly I just wanna give you all the voices till I die I just wanna give you all the shoulders when you cry" ~Intro: Persona I can see my factitious social identity dwindling as each stanza un...
