Roots

Saturday, April 9, 2022

The Bystander

In all her meticulous appearance
Her ironed clothes and manicured
Hands, trimmed eyebrows and
Perfectly shaded lips, her two slim,
Simple, elegant bangles, her brown,
Flat heels, straight-cut pyjamas and
Sweetly contrasting chunni, a hue for
Each day, her perfectly kohled brown
Eyes and her dangling earrings
Shimmering in black, silver, blue or
Gold, hid one stray strand of hair,
Peculiarly untenable, which she stuck
Sometimes with two hairpins and
Sometimes just let loose
One little streak of her wildness
That she allowed to be, with which
She beckoned subtly, very subtly,
"Come hither," she said, "Come
Hither, you little madness out there,
This is a small hook to climb inside,
Climb inside my imperfect world"
Just a strand of hair, one little comma
One little comma, buried in square 
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Chandni Girija
Day 09 of 30 | 30 Poems in 30 Days | National Poetry Writing Month #napowrimo #napowrimo2022

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