I am part of this world ,
Odd, i don't endorse its ways weird.
I do walk through this bazaar's wide lane,
Yet I don't need all that's for sale.
I am no torch bearer,
Just a shadow of colourful contour.
I am the fallen flower,
That hasn't got entangled to silky hairs.
I am no smart soul,
I do falter, fail and fall.
© 2019 Hari Prasad S