My True Self!
Poet: Aryan Thoria
Repeated in my delicate ears,
Connecting the nerves, with my oppressed brain,
In an attempt to demoralize an innocent,
Were the taunts, questioning my true self.
You are a fool, have no sense!
You are a filthy, have no status!
You are insolent, lack a decent upbringing!
You are so ugly, not friend-worthy?
Sat by the riverside, as a lonely traveller,
I looked at the reflection staring at me,
Am I so bad? Questioned my reflection,
Leaving a delicate individual, with lost self - esteem.
Am I a fool? I run a shop to support a living,
To bring a smile on my siblings’ faces,
I fufil the duties of my star-like parents,
Do my bad grades question my senses and abilities?
Am I filthy? I dress untidily,
With clothes full of grease, hair untidily combed,
To buy new clothes for my dear brothers,
Does it question my inner purity?
Am I insolent? To reply back,
Back to the heartless society crunching my dreams,
To live a life of ethics, to protect the ones dear to me,
Does it question my character- a gift of my parents?
Am I ugly? After working tirelessly,
Carrying the worldly tensions at this tenderness,
Fulfilling my responsibilities handsomely,
Do the running wrinkles, question my inner beauty?
The decision is all yours!
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