You saw that my face was always shining
Did you notice that my eyes weren’t smiling
Just pause to think, isn’t this facade of joy
A little weird, amazing and beguiling
You have often seen me taking a walk
Even when streets have become a little dark
Just pause to think that this pretence of bravery
Is only to show that I, too, have a spark
Under the veneer of strength and capability
Lurk the phantoms of that fear and reality
That I ‘m delicate, frail and docile
Yet no one should pin point my susceptibility
Truth, that I’m vulnerable, hits like a dart
All the pain I felt is buried in my heart
Despite disappointments and unshed tears
Way I smile and laugh is a cultivated art
~Sudha Dixit
Bangalore, India