Like me, one day

They came to me and said

That’s not how flowers bloom

And when I didn’t listen

They took my petals away.

 

They came to me and said

That’s not how butterflies fly

And when I didn’t listen

They took my wings away.

 

They came to me and said

That’s not what humans ought do

And when I didn’t listen

They took my freedom away.

 

And then they came and asked

Why you never listened to us

All we wanted to do–

Was to show your our way.

 

And I said I am sorry

I could not be that way

You will also know this

When you will be different

Like me..

One day.

 



8 responses to “Like me, one day”

  1. beautiful.. amusing.. Attractive 👌👌😊😊❤️

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    1. शुक्रिया !

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About Me

Nehaan in Persian means ‘secret’ or ‘hidden.’ In Japanese, the same word means ‘nirvana.’ In these pages, I will make an attempt to explore, and if possible, partly or fully reveal what lies hidden from our view in our day-to-day lives. The path will be characterised by a certain lack of method which I think is characteristic of human intuition. I write and shall continue to write only when inspired to do so. This also means I might occasionally make forays into varied fields such as science, music, philosophy, language, linguistics and poetry, to name a few. I hope this would not put off new readers and tire the old ones! But who am I to complain–even the lovers of fine wine feel repulsed by the first drop and still, quite strangely, dizzy by the last.

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