Her incredulous visage said everything,
Nothing remained concealed,
She was a wanton,
Rumors erupted,
And the world stared,
But not once she lost her sheen,
Neither she made it a clandestine affair,
For that’s what she was,
And that’s how she wanted to be,
So she didn’t let the social stigma,
Force her to put up any insidious charade.

Copyright © Shantanu Baruah

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