Mistress

No don’t bother to ask, “Did you feel bad?

Did I hurt you with my most harsh tone?”

I am too busy nowadays to hear such words,

My role is to play that perfect mistress,

Who is pampered more and loved more!

I wonder seldom, how rest of the days,

Are easily forgotten, When I had stood,

On my toes to make the most comforting,

Dwelling, petite but full of warmth and love,

Alas! My love is merely as dust beneath the rug,

Shrugged off easy, and mostly broomed out,

Yet I am tall enough to read your thoughts,

From the higher surface, I observe all but I,

Never express irk, my words are washed ten,

Times and weighed less, before they are spoken,

I remain tangled in chores, but my clothes,

Aren’t dirty, I wear the perfect pricey,

Attire, how can I ever let my worth be lowered?

My strength comes from that to hold on,

Oh dear! Even when I had downpour over me,

From the darkest of clouds, when my tears,

Were like ocean, incessant and full of salt,

I still was in the pricey attire, so they merely,

Saw me from beneath my neck and not my,

Pale face and swollen eyes, oh! I am a woman!

I stay graceful even with a melancholic heart,

My soul has the sturdiest glue, it keeps the,

Lips sealed, so do not worry you shall never,

Hear the words you never want to hear,

Ah! They say that my face is mostly radiant,

And I take pride, because I haven’t told them,

I have a concealed truth, I am a doppelganger,

I keep the ugly one at home, and I am the,

Beautiful one outside, I laugh! I socialise!

Welcomed at home again by the gloomy one,

Sometimes even I despise her, then I feel the,

Poor thing is just here to help, come on darling,

Don’t look at her; she is simply your slave,

She only listens from ears and not her heart,

Enjoin her, command her and even thrash her,

Who cares, all eyes reaching to that lane are,

Blind, love me only! I am your perfect Mistress...