In a world of shapes and spaces wide, 

I am searching for a place where I can reside.  

With edges sharp and corners square,  

I wonder if there’s a niche somewhere. 

 

Is it that I can’t fit anywhere? 

Among the crowds, I feel the stare,  

A puzzle piece without a match, 

In every place, a misfit patch. 

 

I roam the lands, the skies,  

The seas, Seeking solace,  

A sense of ease. But in the crowd,  

I stand alone, a wandering soul, a rolling stone. 

 

In rooms of laughter, halls of cheer, 

I drift unseen, a silent tear.  

My colors are bright, yet shades unseen,

A tapestry without a seam. 

 

But in this quest, I start to find,  

A spark of light within my mind. 

Perhaps it’s not the world that’s wrong,  

But a melody that's lost its song. 

 

For in the cracks and in the seams,  

Lie hidden worlds and secret dreams. 

A whispered hope, a gentle sigh,  

A place where all misfits can fly. 

 

So I’ll embrace my different hue,  

And paint the world with shades anew.  

For fitting in is not the key, 

But finding strength in being me. 

 

In every heart, a place is there,  

For those who feel they don’t compare. 

And in the end, the truth will sing, 

It’s in our uniqueness, we find our wings. 

 

Supriya Paudel  

BBM IIIrd Semester

United College