When I was three
Blowing bubbles
Under my tamarind tree
Amma asked
...
Sun's chrome rays
Wash my morning face
Parting it's ways
Through tamarind lace
...
A little long ago
A girl felt so alone
With a shapeless head that bore
Too much hair, too coarse
...
The clear brow wisps
The smiling lips
The calm it shows
Are not my own
...
A Denied Appeal
25, Male
Skin-Brown, pale
Height-6 inches over 5 feet
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Breaking Bubbles
When I was three
Blowing bubbles
Under my tamarind tree
Amma asked
'Do you know
Every life is
A bubble? '
I said no
After I turned ten
A sulking pre-teen, then
Amma said
'Each of a person's face
Is a bubble
Break the ones that hurt you
It works'
It worked
Now I've grown, evolved
So did Amma's bubbles
Whose number suffocated me
Deceiving charm hurt me
So I broke one of mine instead