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