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

Copyright © Shantanu Baruah

Unauthorized use and/or duplication of this material without express and written permission from this site’s author and/or owner is strictly prohibited. Excerpts…

View original post 27 more words

11 thoughts on “Behind the Ostensible Shield”

  1. This one will resonate with many of us here😊
    The best thing about your poetry is you write the truth.Your words always tell a story that has definitely happened with someone in some part of their life❤

    Liked by 1 person

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.