
Our self worth should not be determined by what others think about us. Just because the lens of others are foggy doesn’t mean we are not important . We are important and beautiful in our own way . Don’t let the yardstick created by others measure your capabilities . Even a speck of dust has its own importance and its own existence.
Here is a poem I wrote (that you too can recite to yourself) to express my feelings.
I am dried leaf in the heap and a forgotten dream.
I am tiny drop of rain in the ocean and a hazy smoke in air.
I am withered pollen in the sand invisible to your foggy lens.
I am the fallen jasmine in night,
my fragrance hovering far and wide.
I am the sun about to set and about to rise.
Metamorphosed into a chameleon,
I am on the tree and stone,
dreaming a world of my own,
walking a path that no one will ever know.
I am just invisible to your blinded eyes,
but I am alive.
I will drink your darkness ,
and reflect the light with a ray of hope,
a blaze of my own,
I am alive and that’s all I know.
I am alive and that’s all I know.
~Mayuri Srivastava~