The Veneer

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


I hold back my tears

Try to wave off my fears


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

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