The peacock's dance (Mayura Natyam)

They weighed the name and graded the soul, but they forgot one thing: the sky cannot be measured.
A poem for the misfits, the 'average' dreamers, and anyone tired of being a treasure for sale. Because elegance never begs to be seen, and you are already enough.

I wrote this when I realized I was tired of performing for an audience that only cared about the grade at the bottom of the page. Inspired by the lines from a telugu song "Evaro choodaali ani natyamadadhe nemali..." this poem is my declaration of independence from social approval.

I hope God will give u the intellectual help that is needed to understand this.