From a Winner


She’s got it all

One day she said

The other day

She came down to a ‘She got at least something’

And it was just this afternoon

When she was lying lazily on her bed

Uncomforted by the absence of her routine

Her air just got subdued

She whispered to me

I got it all

But I am lost

She couldn’t weep

The corporate elite

Who made a million hearts yearn for her

Her lips twitched into a forced smile

Twenty eight muscles to give a frown

Came easier than those three of a smile

Occasionally, she looked at peace

But that was in a restful sleep

Rarely, she gave up

Today was one of those days of solitude

When she came face to face with herself

And all her acclaims crumbled into a piece of half-baked poem

Shivangi

Shivangi

Some girls are made of sugar and spice and all things nice. Others, like me, are red haired, raw, and quite plus sized. Read my work on food and fashion on this blog.
Shivangi
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