Wall Crafts of a Wallflower
Silent corners enwreathed with verdant musings around
Where was sitting bystander named 'wallflower'
Sound of his breaths filling vacancy of corners
He hung heaps of soothing thoughts in walls of anxiety
He blew bubbles of metaphors in air of tranquility
Blooming hues of solitude splashed on frames of chaos
Forgotten grieves dripped down walls of gaiety
Dullness of gaudy noises was stitched by real shining stars
When folks called him decent, little did they know,
He wasn't a flower to wilt chafed in tumults
But, was drunk and high in his own world.