Behind the Ostensible Shield

She lived her life in style,
every day a memory,
every occasion a moment of pride

She was a dream to aspire,
a hope of making the dead alive,
A desire to weave
a reason to nurture believe

That’s how she appeared to the world, beauty, perfection, astute, impeccable were the superlatives
she was known for

But people failed to see,
how she achieved
what the world now envied

For her grit to succeed,
the abrasion and the bleed,
the emotional turmoil,
and the times
when she broke down and coil,
all the harsh realities were never seen by those eyes,
as they thought she never had to try,
for she was born to touch the skies

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55 thoughts on “Behind the Ostensible Shield”

  1. I loved this one. The battles that she fought alone have been portrayed beautifully. Thank you 😊

  2. My pleasure. It’s amazing how you’ve picturised and compressed many beautiful things into a simple poem. 😊

  3. Magnificent beauteous illustration. For many different reasons, this write brought tears to my eyes. The last stanza hit home. ‘Try’… Yes! The reward is always waiting!

  4. You’re so very welcome. Supporting writers is crucial in acknowledging their highest potential, I think. Shantanu, have you always been a writer? 🙂

  5. Thanks Myth. I always used to write but for fun not professionally. Until I decided to write a book. Things change since then 😊thanks for all your support 🌸I truly appreciate it

  6. Fantastic! Good luck to you. Don’t give up. You have earned a delightful following of devotees! Your words contribute nicely to our world!

  7. You’re welcome Shantanu! Your writing has been enjoyable to read today. Be happy in your living!😄

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