Do Me A Favour

A poem about nerds rejecting the rejections

Do me a favour Don’t flirt with me ever With shy sweet words Cause we are the nerds

Like that we are branded Like a prize to be awarded To those with allure And you who seemed a cure

From a passive existence To which we do penance As the things we earn Are susceptible to burn

We did enjoy your company Like a heavenly symphony But the things we assumed Is where the cliche resumed

While crying we are intense There’s no pretense With the contemporary trends We end up as friends

We heard, “Poor little thing” Don’t pity us but bring The memory of our flight One with the mammoth might

© Omkar Ranveerkar

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Also published at https://omkarranveerkar.wordpress.com/2020/04/30/do-me-a-favour/ on April 30, 2020.