Her soul ever so gentle, easily she was pleased
Her heart in a cloud, singing out loud,
For her naiveté, sometimes teased.
Envious of her joyous mind, they sneered.
So much they spent— both time and strength,
While she cared not for trivia, they feared.
Oh, to ‘look’ beautiful! That’s what they all wanted,
Charming like all the rest, dolled up and dressed,
Gazing back at the world, unabashed, undaunted.
Simplicity— too hard to see, too much to bear,
They took it upon themselves, to be her ‘little elves’,
So she could be just another stone, not a jewel so rare.
They tranced her, tricked her, made her believe—
It is outer looks that matter, glitter and glamour,
To impress the world, that is what she would need.
Intently, she listened, and observed the contrast.
They caressed the mirror, scrubbed it clearer,
While their souls gathered dust, thick and fast.
Puzzling it was, for her to look at them
These fake fireworks, wearing scared smirks
When they could all have been radiant gems
Their inner beauty, forgotten and lost,
Covered in layers, the only thing that was theirs!
Sadly, she reflected, she pondered, she paused:
“They want you to be like them, in every way they can.
As soon as you follow, you start becoming hollow,
Forgetting what was your own, and where it all began.
You cease to be your true self, special and unique,
Instead of standing out, you become part of the crowd,
Dissolve in the wide world, without so much as a creak.
Content they are, having turned you around.
Your uniqueness gone, you are but another pawn
Whose music they silenced, without a sound.”
She who was courageous, she who was wise
Did not succumb. Did you? No, no. Come!
Down they’ll pull! Are you ready to rise?
~ Nivedita Shori