From the biography of an unknown woman: VIII

Like her appearance
Her language too is
Absolutely plain and simple
Her much weathered heart
She always wears on her sleeve
With no latches or locks
Her smile knows no guile
She knows not moves
Nor counter moves
She moves with those
Who make her move
Passive withdrawal is
Her expression of rebellion
Open rebellion is a distant cry
Stoic resolve, her strength
A spectator forever, she remains…

26apr2010
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poem by Indira Babbellapati
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