She stands before her mirror.
Her eyes bear a question.
She wipes the Kohl from her eyes.
The earrings that have been like weights are slipped gracefully into their boxed place.
Her necklace slides swift like a serpent as she undoes it's clasp.
Her bangles clink as they are removed.
The rich sari that not so long ago draped majestically 'round her is now neatly folded and away.
She smudges the red bindi that has marked her forehead until it is nothing.
She stares at the bare stranger in the mirror.
I watch as her beauty fades.
I watch as her beauty emerges.
6 comments:
Beautifully put together. Love it.
Thanks a lo a lot for the visit:)
Thanks. You too!
got to browse ur link...the emotions are well captured..
Well written. Especially if it was in such a short time. I like the descriptions.
This is subtle poetry. I like the juxtaposition in the last two lines.
- Random Visitor
www.debswrites.blogspot.com
poem makes u run througgh ur imagination...
well expressed emotions..
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