Panache

I wonder if the people’s gaze

melts down for her into stardust

For she seems unstoppable, and

walks away with contagious  grace.

….

She fiddles with her hair as she

struts by in her knee high boots

And flirts with the man whose gaze

wanders her way, unapologetically.

…..

I wonder how she hides

her scars under the pink gloss,

and the darkness set in her heart

for she has had sufferings of her part.

….

I wonder if they ever told her

that she had to be like them

that she couldn’t dress as a woman

for she’s born with masculine traits.

…….

I can only fathom the courage

one can muster up to paint

a picture without borrowed colours

everyday, flawlessly complacent.

…..

– Abhyuday Gupta

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