Stark Naked

I was an open book,
In the hold of her inquisitive eyes,
And she appeared to me like a genealogist,
Turning every leaf of my life,
Exposing every fear,
And all my inner beliefs.

And in that unveil state,
All I could do was,
Let her read my mind,
And avoid indulging in any ridicule prate.

Copyright © Shantanu Baruah

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