She was walking alone, dazed, on a torturous esplanade
Fighting battles that she didn’t know existed within,
Shaky, confused, confounded
Adrift amidst her own gloomy labyrinth.
Having abandoned her modest attire
The saree, the simplicity, long discarded,
Adorning herself in skirts, she became a voracious liar
Determining to no more forsake her heart unguarded.
With an extra layer of seething gory kohl
She strived to camouflage her inner sufferings,
The dark lips concealing the agony, the rage exalted at a knoll
While her innocence, her honesty;
Secretively yet commandingly tumbling.
She thought she’d garner and hoard her emotions
Pretending to be strong, while her insides shivered,
But her eyes failed her miserably deceiving all notions
Pulling her into an emotional whirlwind blizzard.
She was determined to make herself be loathed
Pining to remain abandoned, isolated and lone,
Yearning for no one to heal her soul
Hardly discerning that in a stance he’ll come
And all her aches will be enthroned.
Moushmi Radhanpara 
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