Mediocrity becomes singularity
And
Singularity, mediocrity
Trash!!!
It is not ‘what’ it is
That makes it
What it ‘is’.
Like you!!!
I too have not believed it
Till I have found
   Even the thorn can be
   Delicate enough
   To be slain by a petal,
Till I have found
   Even the death’s stench can be
   The embodiment of fragrance
   Of life,
Till I have found
   The feeling I longed for
   In the eyes
   Narrowed by widening lips,
Till I have found-
   And yes
   The world is fortunate enough
   To rear me.
TILL I FOUND YOU.