Hurt and pain deters me.
Have a body and mind
sensitive to the core.
A small prick, one like
the thorny thistle
leaves me sore.
A simple gesture,a sly
smile or a wink
lets me humiliated.
Experiencing the discomfort
without a revelation
is my strength.
My uneasiness remains
invisible to others.
The best of my weakness.
Those others
consider I am thick skinned
continue their chastisement.
Broken I am,
helpless I stay
with untold bruise.
Meenas Poems 