Ah, Just Tip Of An Iceberg!
Behind a smile lurk many tears.
The frivolous exterior is only a defence
To safeguard one's self...
Each tear gets shed
With a unique sound of silence...
If one tries to share,
There seems to be nothing...
The heaviness of the heart,
The unshed tears alone
Know of the burden...
A constricted feeling around
My heart arrests my breath...
Ah, the curse and burden of
Being born a girl!
Should I regale in my womanhood?
Should I never wish to be born again as one?
Can a woebegone life bring happiness to earth?
How many more years
To go on with pretensions...
The island-cries cannot reach the mainland...
They recede with the backwaters and evaporate...
And what remains is a fistful of salt!
Ah, Poetry!
Only tip of an iceberg.
The alphabet can't measure
The fullness of human experience.
poem by Indira Babbellapati
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