as i look through the glass
a gently carved,delicate women is visible
eyes so moist,like divine pearl
they dont speak her beauty,only pain and anxiety
gently she carries herself off the emotions
hiding her core,behind integument of lotion
her persona dazzles around everyone
but odyssey is what i find in her
with a fake smile,again she tries
won't say effort in vain,her banal steles is visible
only, me, uncharmed by "that" steles
i try to look beneath,in what she believes
a trespasser,the vituperations of the gull
come storming at me,politely i swallow them.
she is soft,she is broken
her feathers bore all the token.
all naked she tries to hide herself
succeeds awrily,with fear and flare
ever has none,touched her core
she cries galore.
life was beautiful ,so was her face
days ascended,beauty descended
whimsical her life,less happiness more regrets
men were the culprits,so were the women
stains of blood ,won't evaporate
the social ambiguity,the way of human life.
years passed,except for few,
odysseys unchanged only characters different,
no pittiness can cure it!
she is trapped,history has sunk through her skin
like a beautiful melody of saddness.
we salute her for a day,
others happiness,her only play.
saints outnumbered by her
deeds of her we remember are blur.
she is a saint,i bow
invisible halo in her lies.
with a transparent and selfless glow.
yes she is more than a women,now i know.
---RUSHIKESH SHINDE----
[elrussa]
