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.


By meenas17

A lover of classical Carnatic music.
An avid reader, passionate writer, into stocks and investments for livelihood

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