She was the life of the field,
Solitary rose, standing tall,
Surrounded by lilies in pristine white,
Through dry summers and harsh falls.
They shunned her for being different,
Forced her to be like the rest,
They stamped out the 'extra' from her extraordinary.
She became everything she detects.
The rose turned into a lily,
Unnoticeable, insignificant to all,
Then they told her that
She doesn't appeal or enthrall.
They told her she was too different,
In pure white, a red stain,
And when the red faded to white,
They said she was too mundane.
Mafazah Sharafuddin is a Class 9 student at a private school in Mangaluru.
THE SOLITARY ROSE