Last updated on August 19, 2020
With her head down
Million thoughts around
She slide away
From crowded ground,
Under the shade of tree
A sketch of prisoned bee
Impression of her soul within,
Back in her room
Withdrawn from outside hues
Writing her discarded views,
Black& grey that’s how
World see her today
Not so important
Just a passing stray,
Years later struggles savoured
Back in same ground
With success around
I truly loved the flow of the poem and yes sometimes one needs to slide away from the crowd in order to connect with oneself. Beautiful poem indeed!
Thanks 🧡