I thought,
That all paths before me were closed
It was hard
The weighing scales weren’t encouraging,
I was 100kg,
My legs were giving away,
There were corns on my feet,
It was tough for me to walk…
I had lost hair on my head,
And there was a patch of bald,
Very unlikely for a woman,
Looking at the weird pattern,
Of hair growth on my body,
I knew my hormones were messed up,
I was far away
From being termed beautiful
With every passing day,
I was turning into a picture of pity,
And trying to tame my insecurities
I was also waiting,
For a miracle to happen,
To consummate my relation with life
I knew these were mental battles,
That I need to overcome,
On my own
I was waiting,
For that special someone
Who would get me out of this rut…
Give me a helping hand,
To restore my zest for life,
For new melodies to roll out of my tongue,
I wanted to chase the setting sun
With a chest filled with dreams,
Make my own little tracks,
In the voyage of life
Look forward to each new dawn,
Not cry or run away
And seek shelter in the silent obscurity
Of the dusk…
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem