You can write for hours and hours,
About all the things you wish to be,
But the truth of the matter is simple
People are not poetry…

And i know you wish you weren’t awkward,
That sweet words could roll right off your tongue,
But time is just too less to worry,
How each single sentence is strung..

It’s okay to be rough around the edges,
To be bruised up and broken and scarred
But it’s not okay for people to tell you;
To change because of who you are.
Your hair doesn’t always sit neatly,
The way a poem does in lines,
And sometimes you feel like a word
That nobody has ever learnt to define…

You might not be a star that lights darkness
Or a bird that can teach us to soar,
But it’s okay, because you’re far too complex,
To be crammed into a metaphor..
It’s okay to not know what you’re doing,
Since your feelings don’t all have to rhyme,
Though a poem once complete is eternal
You have the freedom, to change over time.
You’re much more than can ever be written,
There’s not title to say, “This Is Me”
You can’t be trapped in the lines of a notebook,
Because, people are not poetry…..

*~Mehar Kapoor*

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