She knows
More than she shows,
Masks and veils
Hide her tales
And hard set eyes
Cease to compromise.
A once soft heart
Now has no such part;
To reciprocate fully
With each of the bully,
It shredded every bit of fragility
And build hard walls of hostility.
She walks with grace,
But knows no praise..
For showers of condemnation,
Humiliation and indignation,
Was the reality of her being
In her entire seeing.
If only she knew,
Like the droplets of dew
Her soul can be cleaned,
Nourished and weaned
From the freshest of rain
Of love, and even pain.
And that let go, she could
If only she wills, she would
Make way for new sunrises
Bury all of her old vices,
For revenge begets revenge,
Hatred, more reasons to avenge.
Then a new season shall arrive
Her virtues when will thrive
Like the blossoms of spring
Tints and hues which bring
Her buried conscience
Will start living thence.
A subtle reminder, this is my way
To present her, hopes for a new day.
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MUSINGS.. A collection of poetry
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