The Symphony of Silence | a collection of poems |

rose and wildflower

She is pretty like a rose.

When she walks by, everybody bows.

Everyone wishes to be her friend

It's so easy for her to blend.

She is as strong as a wildflower

Her every move holds great power.

She is the deadly destruction.

She is the supreme salvation.

She is like snow on tree,

She is desired, but not free.

She is sweet and kind.

But do you know about her apprehensive mind?

She is like the stars that shine at night.

She always endeavours, but is never right.

She wishes she was pretty like the rose.

And had a perfect waist and nose.

Everyone thinks she is ideal

But no one has seen her deal,

With hidden scars on her skin.

All they know is her flawless grin.

She is wild like the ocean waves.

Her inner child buried in her past graves.

The world broke her, tried to make her unstable

Little did they know, her past lives had made her impregnable. 

Oh! How dearly she wishes to be a wildflower,

So that she could be brave and devour

The world that enforced her to be perfect,

Unaware, of it's everlasting affect.

Oh! How I wish I was a rose, exquisite and gentle

And that, towards me, no one was judgemental

That I could be bright and could fit in

Despite of the flaws on my skin.

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( hi, people! thank you so much for reading this poem. I tried using a different style this time. If you didn't guess it yet, so let me tell you that this poem depicts two different scenarios. I'd love to hear your interpretations. <3 )