From Daughter Of Dust
Know this, my love
I'm no perfect
Nor soft as a petal
A woman ordinary
As weary as a nomad
Negotiating rugged terrains
And desert paths
My feet bruised and bleeding
My skin rough and tanned
life left me no dream
But it left a heart
untouched
A heart that can sing
A melody of immense depth
A melody that allays
My fears
My guilt
My shame
My tears
Soaking them all
In the dust under
My seasoned feet
That I spring to you
In love, just for once...
poem by Indira Babbellapati
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