Blooming like a rose,

Isn't even an option for most of us.

We bloom like the wildflower,

Neglected and ignored even when we blossom.

We disappear likewise too,

Once our part is over, we wither away

Unnoticed, unsung and unadorned.

But we bloom fiercely in our own way,

Fight our way through

And brave the dangers.

We're beautifully unkempt

We aren't tamed showpieces,

We're the untamed, unbounded wilderness.

Wildflower by Shreya_VA