Lotus

Some of my friends who later turned enemies Once told me, get out or come out of this place And let not the theme of your poems only be concerning us Global issues are dealt by the global poets Here lowly people live; they eat low, talk low Totally mean people, they don't talk what they mean What they mean they don't speak out, such meanly low, For the time being i thought they are not wrong But later like a dream I wake up And understand I should pull things upside down and downside up Show the things inside out where i am born Let people know from top to bottom Here is nothing but all over is only dirty mud Yet I bloom yet I flourish And all these are possible because i am a flower, lotus.