Why?

Why don’t people give them importance?
Why do people think they make no sense?
“Idiot” and “Fool” is what people call them,
But maybe in that “Idiot” rests a hidden gem.

Why is it always important to shine?
Is being normal and quiet not fine?
Why is it necessary to be a topper?
Is it not enough to be a mediocre?

Why are they always required to be a part of discussion?
Why is the state of Solitude out of question?
Why do they not get the space they want?
But receive only objections and taunts.

Why is it always compulsory to excel?
Are average marks bad? Can someone tell?
Why do they need achievements to fill their shelves?
Is it not fine to live their life for themselves.

Why do they need to run the race?
Why can’t they move at their own pace?
Why are they always left out?
Why can’t they simply become a part of the crowd.

This short poem is dedicated to the quiet students of a class,
Who are generally considered not qualified enough to cut the glass.
Is there any solution for this?
Just leave them alone in their own bliss!