"She hides
herself in clothes
Filled with
holes, yet takes pride
In what she
is beyond clothes inside
And, carries
her head high
Despite
feeling shy, and why not
For she
knows it is revealing itself
Part of her flesh
and skin peeking through
Despite
wanting not to, or may be
Why care? For
she cannot help it,
For she does
not want to be stared at
With a sense
of cowardice lust, or to be pitied
For she
consider herself content,
For she sees
a large hoarding right across
A naked girl
wearing diamonds in her neck
And she does
not even desire diamonds
But, her
pride that she wears
It may not
be able to decorate itself, but
It can
certainly decide
Whether to
take sides, or
Remain at
sidelines, ignored
To watch
them watch her
Being a mere
spectator
Dumb and
deaf, as she is supposed to be
And, clap
upon their claim of understanding
Over what
she might be in need of, alas!
And as the
dusk approaches
She stitches
herself a gown of life
Patched with
hopes, and wears it
As evening
wears darkness
For what
else she could hold on to, where
Everyone
else is adamant to remind her
Of her
half-clothed body, and eclipsed dreams."
By:
Praveen Parasar
Date:
29/08/2015
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