She looks into the mirror
her lids grossly swollen
Is it for him
or the ease that's been stolen
she paints her eyes extra to hide
but the scars in heart still reside
How does she masquerade
nor does it regress or fade
She tries to bury under her otiose grace
Yet keeps reflecting on the surface.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem