Never visible,

Never tangible.

Never in the spotlight ,

Never in The limelight.

Never in the mainstream

Never trying to swim upstream.

Sometimes in a glance

Sometimes just by chance...

Sometimes in a magical makeover,

Sometimes a tough ride along the Do-over

Always so humble ,

Always so relatable!

Playing on the ground

Just wondering about.....

Always so simple,

And yet so modest.

Always present...

When In times of trouble,

Always the precedent!

The plains are their haven

The skies their abode!

Always invisible,

Sometimes in the elements...

Sometimes in the evening light

Or at the crack of dawn ,

A melodious sound ,

An essence of what’s wrong.

Always so grounded.

Always so surrounded.

Such is the plight ....

Of thy secret superheroes!

Cleaning up Other’s mess

and taking them Fallen,

Into their wise caress!

Cheering them peers

Laughing through the tears.

For sometimes in the evening light

Sometimes in times of fright...

We see the delight ....

Of thy secret superheroes!

Broken by the hurricanes

Broken by blistering rains!

Broken by the hollowing drought

Broken by screaming thoughts!

Broken, night and day

Broken , weathering the rain.

Broken by pain

Broken ... disdain ...

Castaway like the afterthoughts

Running from redundancy ....

Pouring water to save the rot.

For Such is the road ... long and yellow,

Where creepers run deep...

And the sunlight dimmers....

Such is the road ... towering over

Cursing the line ... slow like a creeper!

And yet ...

Such is the road...

Where Castles built from rot...

Mountains moulded, trees sown from mud.

Such is the road of persevering outlanders...

Carving from the stones,

Shaping the course forever!

For Such is the road , though full of creepers....

Finding the ripest fruit.... if you just Dig Deeper !

Jahnvi Sharma