To live in a community
close knit is difficult.
Being sensitive.
been a travail
right from the day
I got married.
Fresh and just out of college
I was married. A girl in her teens,
I encountered a shock,
more of a cultural.The
entry turned disenchanting.
To sustain I had to battle.
Talks behind the back,
customs quite unknown,
comments rude, hostile
remarks made life critical.
Anyhow, I have to sustain
and I did with pride.
Watched the interactions
with an eye on details
drew flak at the
the behavioural skills
replicating an imbalance
between the word and action.
I stopped tagging with them.
Distinct and modest and
with a reservation, I go.
Never be too close
nor get too much far- the way.
I survive.
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