Warts For All

Nine

Let me live in the canvas of natural flowers,

Which fascinates one's eyes in love.

Let me breathe in the gleeful air,

Which makes one feel as pure as a dove.

I need not be the brightest star in the wash of the day,

I am happy to be the beam of sunlight in the gloom.

I need not be the most beautiful lie,

I am happy to be the ugliest truth that would ever bloom.

Let me rest amidst the unsung poems,

Which don't exist, but are still there.

Let me reside amidst the un-read stories,

Which are not read, nor is there anyone to hear.

I may not be pure or sacred,

I may have committed many an unholy deed.

Yet, I am ready to take a plunge in that ocean,

Hoping to find someone there, in utmost need.