You think I am strong?
I feign to be stronger
Than I am
The pretence
Does not last longer
I do get hurt, I bleed
By your flighty deed
Yet
I hold back my tears
Try to wave off my fears
Desperately
Holding on to the last straw
From memories
Some strength I draw
With a single thread of hope
How hard I try to cope
If only you could see the wrong
You’ve done
The pain you’ve afflicted
And how badly I am affected
You would, never again, call me strong
~Sudha Dixit
Bangalore, India