Cool as a Bud

if they make no mention
about me anywhere
i do not sulk about it
i will be cool like a bud
that sits on a pedestal
held up high and tight
by shapely green fingers

a jasmine that waits
for the right time
to unfurl its gown
and scent the world
with its latent charm

if they treat me as nothing
i do not care much about it either
i will be like the bud of a rose
that holds tight to my aspirations
despite the world of thorns
and wait till the appointed time
when i can spiral myself out of
everybody's mind, and fly away
with their hearts

poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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