Tuesday, November 1, 2016

When I dress up


When I dress up
A bit more
Like more than
The casual ragged me
I feel conscious.
Like too beautiful to be true
For the crowd looks at me
In such way.
And I get such eager glances
On my way.
Some eyes filled with desire
Some lashes aroused
To admire.
And I feel funny about
Those teasing piercing eyes
Of various aunts outside.
Most try to closely observe
A flaw or more
To criticise.
A sudden smile
At an innocent situation
Comes as a surprise.
'Was it really me?
Out of my walls
On surrender.'
But it makes me light
This being bright.
For the observations
Are all in my mind.
And situation too
Is mirror image of inside.

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