I cut the years off my face,
a straight razor to my skin
removing layer after layer
til I can see myself looking back.
I imagine my eyes fall out
with a plop into the sink,
looking back up at my barren face,
searching for imperfections.
What is revealed under
the layers that people see?
Am I better off without the
protection of all that epidermis?
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सच है मैं भी कई बार देखना चाहता हूँ कि काश मैं ख़ुद को बैठा हुआ देख सकू कि मैं कैसा दिखता हूँ। आगे जहाँ आप थोडी ख़ुद के प्रति निष्टुर हो जाती है वहाँ मैं कविता से भयभीत हो जा ता हूँ। वैसे पसंद आई आप तो अच्छी कवयित्री हैं।
Definitely the poem reveals your urge to look within. Beautiful thoughts.
@ Kishore Choudhary :
Thank you very much for going through the poem and leaving your supportive and encouraging comment. :)
@ Sir P.N. Subramanian :
Thank you :)
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