A girl i once thought i knew
A girl I once thought I knew
Mysterious yet always curious
Notoriously plans when furious
Whatever she does seems strangely
Odd.
Never does she say a thing
Can she talk? Can she sing?
For every time she listens she gives a simple
Nod.
She keeps more secrets than the outer space
And lives in her very own world
But she owns such an innocent face
When will her true identity be unfurled?
Her nose might be buried in a book
Or a place far away in the wild
But one wrong move and she'll give you her most withering look
Everyone thinks they know her
But a different person she is with everyone she meets
Many opinions she certainly states
With them she could write a speech too long
About the many things she loves and hates
And about what is right and all that is wrong
So much more i can talk about her
But one thing she might tell you for sure
Be quiet like an owl's wings
Be like the bees who don't have any stings
Wise like the crane waiting for his prey
Be calm yet fierce and you shall conquer every day.
- Swara Chandorkar
A random idea transformed into more that i thought it would. I was reading something and when I came upon the word notorious, I just had this thought that "hey! It rhymes with both furious and mysterious! Let's write a poem or something with these words!!" Aaand yeah. We got a whole poem all because of those three words!!
So basically, I decided to write about an imaginary girl who was a mysterious person. But the more I thought about what to write, all I could think was adjectives I would use for myself. So in a way, this poem is an autobiography of, well, myself! I might have exaggerated a point or two, but that was simply done to give the poem an essence of its own.
I have written these two paragraphs because in school, the teacher always talks about what "the poet means to say", and I wonder if the poet really meant to have his or her poem deciphered that way. Which is why, I deciphered this poem for all those who will be reading it!!
Hope you like it!!! 🦉
Comments
Post a Comment