An ode to the unwanteds.
Blooming away where noone goes, smiling away when noone sees,
Still graceful, still beautiful, still, still.
An ode to the unloveds.
Searching away with hearts crossed, hoping away at emotions' cost,
Still swaying, still praying, still, still.
An ode to the unknowns,
Weaving away wishes galore, dreaming away of destined shore,
Still proud, still innocent, still, still.
-Abhishikta
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