Make Up
“It’s alright,” she said, Concealing her bruises with foundation. “Am fine,” she said, Gracefully lining her puffed eyelids. “All good,” she said Applying lipstick on her trembling wounded lips “Not bad,” she said Dabbing blush on her listless haggard face. “Am okay”, she said Wiping a lone tear before it rolled down her cheeks. This was her daily routine- a beguile Hiding her strifes, she would smile. One more blow, one more slap till she was sore And she could bear it no more. Her woman power she unleashed, Her fears she vanquished. And in her billowing saree bid an adieu To the manipulative aristocratic milieu.