Scar Poem by Priya S

Scar



Oh, This scar!
Burnt while cooking,
Or you know that bangle thing,
Got slipped on the oil,
Or No, that's too small, it'll fill.
Modesty at the peak,
Why to be a meek,
Scars, scars and scars!
Once they were blossoming flowers.

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