#flower

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Once again, they nipped, 
A budding flower's tip;
Before it could sprout, 
And spread its aroma
In the wind.

(Full poem in caption)

He was just eight, When he came last, Last in his entire class. Batchmates mocked at him, Teachers threaped, And parents yelled. In no time, They all certified him To be stupid, To be good for nothing. For heaven's sake, He was just eight! Nobody marked, The magical play with brush, Of an eight year old; Nobody marked, Those heavenly expressions Of infinite, unimaginable ideas, In that limited canvas. All that they marked, Was a piece of paper, With printed numbers. That defined all his talents, That defined his future. Once again, they nipped, A budding flower's tip; Before it could sprout, And spread its aroma, in the wind. Once again, they crumpled, The innocence of a child, Before he could rise and shine. It's certainly not him, Not him, Who is stupid. It's them, the society, Who turned an eye blind, To his dreams galore... ©The Free Bird #last #society #yqbaba #flower #poem #aroma #class #marks #report #art #painting #drawing #canvas #poetry #challenge

21 MAR AT 3:35