Those Who Don’t Need The Spotlights

Those Who Dont Need The Spotlights short poem

Photo by Orin Zebest

Those who don’t need the spotlight,
Can live without all the cheer.
They can climb heights,
Without any fear.
So what, if they don’t have a popular name?
Or if they don’t run for fame!
They have their RESPECT,
And never do they live with SHAME!
All those lights may leave
But your family will never.
The height would deceive
And people will forget you forever.
Your heart will be broken,
At the end of the day
And you will have no token,
Standing your way…

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Arvinda Malik

You pen down your thoughts wonderfully.


Mirrored the thoughts in a person not looking for being the focus, so beautifully:)


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