Unrealized

By Parikshit Kyada

You are a music to the deaf ,

Or maybe a soul to the dead .

Maybe a little sunshine of the night ,

Or a star glimmering in the daylight .

You are a poetry they cannot read ,

You are the truth they couldn't concede .

You are worth a million pound ,

But they don’t know how to count .

Don’t stop yourself from becoming what you CAN BE ,

Flowers still bloom even if there is no one to SEE .

YOUR VALUE DOES NOT DECREASE BASED ON SOMEONE’S INABILITY TO SEE YOUR WORTH. - Anonymous

By Parikshit Kyada