Thank you for your hushed up version of me: A poem 

Thank you for your hushed up version of me 

I can hear you whispering of my greatness 

in your anxious heated contentions over me 

But I only awake to an invisible tree of me 

from seeds that were flung dedicatedly, 

and not randomly, by the aimed intentions of the gardener 

I can say I have worked at my own nourishment 

without the culture of any who seek to appraise me 

I did not want to make capital my self-worth 

nor did I fancy any illegitimate profiteering out of me! 

I may just as well fit into the backdrop of the overall picture, 

not even aware that my silhouette lends it its overwhelming ambience   

But whoever mentioned that this dawn was a good morning? 

And who can predict how this day will meet its fate? 

I am prepared to accept that all what I have said 

will be ignored in today’s alleys but will be spoken of posthumously!