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Where Do I Fit In?

Nov 11, 2024
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Updated: Jul 21, 2025

By Shruti D Warrier


Skittish in nature and pretense of an ever-present calmness

Resembling the calm water that hides the turbulence beneath

Wondering the role one plays in life and the reason for their existence

Whether one is the drop of water in the ocean or the whole ocean itself.


Loved by many but wanted by barely any, one treads the day

Waiting to be wanted by as many when loved by many

The tree that gives the shade is green and rich in abundance

It is easy to be thankful for it on a hot day and forget any other day.


Being who one wants to be is never a disappointment

Learning to be part of the world in a way that makes sense to oneself

It takes an intrepid spirit to gather the uniqueness of themselves being let out

Many try to rope those and many pump false air, so you are strangled or you burst.


Then there are those who never want to be seen even if they could

As the moon that gets shy and covers itself among the clouds

Try as one might to hide and avoiding showing their presence

They shine through the clouds with the faintest light- bright and powerful.


Strangulating the essence of life when one moves forward hoping for meaning 

As though a parade of rain showers that drench you with relentless significance

Sparkles of delight and chuckles of acceptance are but a fleeting few 

Embracing them with open arms and pocketing them for the distant future.


By Shruti D Warrier

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