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Sweta Ojha poem

A guy in blue checks stuttered a speech

No bullies laughed him off.

An obsessed girl picked the one less seen

They danced and exchanged nods

To one that shopped from a baby’s inn

With the one that towered all.

The party goers with their skinny jeans

Looked at them in awe.

A chubby girl who broke a limb in fright

Returns with added weight, this night.

The fat, the tall, the short and thin

Stammered souls or the lesser seen

The dusky beauty or the faired skin

Rejoiced in unison for what’s beneath

The social reports on the bizarre team-

Of people, had them all.

P.S. As a child, I were told of two categories I’d be dealing with.

One, that discriminates and distinguishes.

The other, that believes in fair treatment nevertheless.


What category is one that practises both,

more often than not?

When, ironically, they subdue the greater lot.

Thank you for reading.

Never let the words fall short! ☺



Also she is a crazy dancer, an ardent cricket fan and a radio FM if hit upon with the same wavelength. :)

35 thoughts on “Bizarre.

  1. How bizarre, how bizarre … It’s a good blog to think about it…

    (But this is my vision.)
    How do we distinguish, what is good or what’s wrong?
    How we distinguish us from discrimination?
    It’s how you see it through your eyes and what your thoughts are think about it!
    Who determines what is fair?
    It’s not something to believe in, but who you are or what you do!
    It’s an endless battle of who does and who doesn’t, that makes it different!

    Best regards, Heidi


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