Myriad Musings, Poetry

Svelte- Poem

You forget your manners at tea,

Gulp an extra sip, laugh loudly;

Too simple a soul to be called elite,

Yet they call you sophisticated and sweet.

You laugh from your gut, joke around a lot,

In place of a subtle smile that appears taught.

You’re utterly free with your mind and body

Yet they call you pure, they call you refined.

Day after day, I watched you hawk-eyed,

To decipher why the world took your side.

Barriers? They don’t mar you,

Spite? Insufficient to scar you;

Sorrow you thaw,

Embrace humanity’s flaw.

It all fit, as the realisation hit :

It’s my ideas, not your being

That need Polish: a new way of seeing

Your wondrous life led by your own unique law

Leaving all whom you touch to gasp in awe!

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