Extra Extraordinary
Dear Mom and Dad,
I tried my best,
To get out of this world of average,
And rest my feet on extraordinary,
But I failed.
Dear Mom and Dad,
I worked hard day in and day out,
In silence without crying out loud.
Still couldn't get through,
The competition that is a little too.
Dear Mom and dad,
I gave in all my energy and effort,
All with all my heart,
Still God couldn't be merciful,
To provide strength a spoonful.
My Dear teachers,
I struggled to cope with your humiliation,
And state of no satisfaction.
I tried to ignore your heartbreaking words,
Which were difficult to be heard.
I know that you don't understand now,
As now I bow low,
To tell all of you a words few,
That respect was not meant for you.
My talent has no place,
In this amazing hierarchical society of yours,
That only the deemed to be extraordinary adores.
Dear God,
I tried my best to stand out of the rest,
But, even you couldn't be merciful.
You could be the color of my dull world,
But, chose to take only trials and test.
How do we learn to be average
In this world of extraordinary,
Because the saying has been reversed,
Extraordinary are many,
But averages too deserve a place.
Copyright © Kritika Modi | Year Posted 2023
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