The White Rose

I watch them laugh, I watch them talk

their baseless conversations;

among them, I walk.

Am I just another one

in this school of fish-

Too blind, too lost to realise the net?

A lone voice suppressed and subdued,

muffled and mute; and subjugated by the noise

of the crowd's acute melody-line..

Or an eagle am I,

flying high above the horizon,

Or a horse galloping across the grasslands.

Not just another drop in the ocean.

Not just another sand particle on the beach.

To every person out there, I want to reach.

I hope someday they'll quit

painting my white petals red;

They'll understand: I was the puzzle piece

that was never meant to fit.

         ~Mariya Chherawala