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Invisible.
She tried hard to make herself invisible.
Geeky glasses.
Unflattering hair.
Shapeless clothes.
Head downcast.
Nobody looked at her, she preferred it to be so.
It was safe to remain unseen. Overlooked.
She kept her voice low; let others take credit.
All she wanted was to be left alone.
Sometimes, she’d slip up and flash her smile
She’d catch herself and slip on her mask
But not fast enough. The transformation would be seen.
“You’d be almost pretty if you tried”, they’d say
Don’t they know that beauty is a curse?
That for a woman it’s better to hide.
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Mahagauri, the Fairest One
Indian laburnum. She blooms but briefly
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