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.
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