‘She’ stands surreptitiously behind
Curtains that fail to conceal
Her lithe frame from the crowd,
Thirsty for gossip than sugary tea.
‘She’ winces at the sardonic glances,
Stripping her of guarded dignity
Theatrical advances of love annoy her,
Just as much as a show of pity.
In a cracked mirror there, ‘she’ sees
Hardly any blemishes on her lovely frame
If it could hang without being discarded
Then, for a pride parade, ‘she’ was game.
‘She’ challenges numerous theories of love,
Expounded for Romeos and Juliets
And phony rules made in the name of God,
That consider her to be a threat.
‘She’ steps out in defiance
Shunning the monochrome human sea
A colourful universe beckons her,
To pursue limitless possibilities.
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