You stood atop the parchment,
the parchment dressed in petals of rose,
and behind the podium, as your legs trembled to a tune,
A song you sang, hiding the chorus within.
The audience stood amazed,
awe struck with every gaze,
And you had that grin showing up your layererd face,
hiding silhouettes of sweat and rage.
Your eyes spoke out to the neon lights,
That flashed hard at your body,
a body draped in fine silk, those red - white shades,
a body that stood darkness, a never ending pain.
As you descend the stairs, to a round of applause,
A gust blows hard and your chunni flies off,
with the curtain on some eyes,
that shields those scars inside.
Still you don't let the grace escape,
as your hands work things back at place,
it was belligerence I suppose,
when you gave his share back to him,
straight back in the face.
