Cursed Beauty
Cursed Beauty
Trying to look into the mirror,
A small little girl stands on her tiptoes
Loosely draping her mother's saree
Otiose try to disguise like her beneath a long veil
Filthily polishing her tiny lips with red lipstick
And her fingers colored with the rest of it
Managing the almost falling off oversized bangles
Like a veteran, while grasping her sweeping 'pallu'
A resembling face scolds with a hint of
Conceding laughter, to come to sleep soon
Two decades later..trying to look into the mirror
A young lady barely stands on her stilettos
Sumptuously draping her saree over
A glittery bodice divulging her bosom
Elegantly coloring the lips, conceding
The darkened, bitten lower flap
Managing the almost bleeding off the wrist
Like a veteran, while wearing the lilliputian bangles
A familiar voice scolds, with a hint of
Voyeuristic glee, to come to bed soon...