Dig down a little deeper,
You'll feel her scars still raw,
Touch them with your naked hands,
"How can she still smile?", you'll be in awe.
She is undaunted and brave,
For she has survived a heart break,
Ask her what's wrong,
She'll smile and let it go with a scorn.
Dig down a little more,
She'll languidly unfold the veils,
Her story will leave you shaken to the core,
You're bound to shed a tear or two, while she shares her untold tales.
She'll sigh, she'll cry,
She'll hide her tears,
As she'll be judged, she fears.
She is a beautiful mystery, with a horrifying past,
She's still trying to vanquish her fears,
Waiting for someone, who'll make her carefree laughter last...
-Apurba Mandal
You'll feel her scars still raw,
Touch them with your naked hands,
"How can she still smile?", you'll be in awe.
She is undaunted and brave,
For she has survived a heart break,
Ask her what's wrong,
She'll smile and let it go with a scorn.
Dig down a little more,
She'll languidly unfold the veils,
Her story will leave you shaken to the core,
You're bound to shed a tear or two, while she shares her untold tales.
She'll sigh, she'll cry,
She'll hide her tears,
As she'll be judged, she fears.
She is a beautiful mystery, with a horrifying past,
She's still trying to vanquish her fears,
Waiting for someone, who'll make her carefree laughter last...
-Apurba Mandal
Wish I could write something too.😞
ReplyDeleteThere's a writer in every person Monika. Try it out, you might come up with something amazing. :)
DeleteThere's a writer in every person Monika. Try it out, you might come up with something amazing. :)
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