I see you standing with a smile on your face,
The beauty perfection and sharp features with grace,
The sophisticated attitude you have, I see it through those folded sleeves,
Is it what you are or just a glance of other’s needs?
The question brought me to a realisation of what I see is just superficial image,
I try to see through,
I see fingers pointed at you, not for the beauty you hold,
But the scars from which you mould;
The sleeves you fold are the secrets you keep to yourself,
You are indirectly shouting out loud for some help.
You remind me of the mistakes you did,
Which the society named as your ‘sins’,
And they didn’t really know the difference, of what it means..
You hold your pain behind that smile,
People turn their back;
And you get up and dust yourself in the meanwhile..
Me and you when I perceive deeply, I feel are alike,
You are my mirror reflection and this reality is something I dislike..