I culled lillies and hibiscus
Knowing they were ubtiquous of all
Forasmuch their charm radiated a chorus
Unlike the flower that sang under a shawl.
Mysterious is the rapture it may entail within
And it’s aroma only couldn’t get that defined
The letch to descry it made me go maudlin
Cause it’s the only witness of how it is designed.
I sought for it, above and underneath
Saw no wrong in that flower getting neglected
It could have been treasured, garnishing as a wreath
But it noway comes forth as expected.
-Manjita Chhetri
About the Poet-
Manjita is an 18 years old poet from Nepal, and has developed a keen interest in literature since the 6th grade. She began writing small poems, and the one submitted here is the one she is most proud of. It’s about an introverted person who is often extraordinary, but due to their timidness, their best qualities are never fully revealed. Always hiding, Manjita resonates deeply with this theme as an introvert herself. She hopes you will consider her work.
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