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Originality

Reality of the life is like that of grass,
The grass that can grow everywhere, a true badass.

The kind of grass that never discriminate concrete or field,
And wherever it finds little soil, grows without any guilt.

It strives to survive every drought or storm,
Tries to adapt to all weather and is open to change itself into forms.

Tough life? Yes, it bears it too,
No one to water instead gets stepped on by every passing shoe.

For some it's unnoticed weed for others it's a headache,
Real gets pulled out and often replaced by fake.

People get fake plants and yet adore it,
Fake creepers and grass; for so called 'aesthetic'.

What irony is that, the most valued ones are the exact replicas,
And originals are never considered good enough.

This seems unfair but is bitter reality,
Not everyone is to cherish your originality.

You always try and just strive for bare minimum rights,
But no one ever hesitates to dim your spotlight.

This so called 'standards' forces us to forget ourselves,
If you put on a perfect mask, Boom! Now everyone's your friends...

Remember, being original is never a sin, don't try to always fit in,

You are made to live as you, not a mere puzzle piece to fit into.

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Thank you Niyati (@AnotherONEWithWORDS) for this amazing cover

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