Inside - Poem by Anjali Mandokhot
I put on such a tough stand-
But that is all shattered inside.
Like that ragged livery
Patched up with embroidery
World only sees my sequins and beads,
None knows each of my thread beneath bleeds.
I bring out such a composed-self-
But that is all broken inside.
Like that secretly fissured vase
Holding flowers by some God's grace
World only sees my face and flowers
Touch me once I'll come down to shards
I look so hopeful, full of dreams-
But that is all scattered inside.
Like that termite eaten wood
Still wearing the strong and brown look.
World only sees my twigs and leaves
No one hears that my heart heaves.
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