The Forty Second Poem- Her

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 Her


When the whole world praises her beauty,

Only she knows the stories behind her scars,

The things she goes through quietly,

And the days she feels like she’s put behind bars.


Sometimes she fakes a smile,

For the sake of her and everyone else;

She is appreciated for her unprecedented style,

But who cares about the things she never tells?


She wears her heart on her sleeve,

She undoubtedly is an admiration;

But would anyone really believe

The life she lives behind people’s perception?


She cares and she loves,

She offers endless support without hesitation;

But she also cries and questions

Her worthiness despite the external perfection.


She knows her scars mark her stories,

They make up who she is;

Despite all her glories,

There is always more to who she is.


-Jaanvi Veluguleti

Comments

  1. Anonymous17 February 2024 at 22:27

    So soulful and touching

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    1. Jaanvi Veluguleti19 February 2024 at 14:37

      Thank you so much dear Shashi ma’am for your love and blessings❤️🙏

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  2. Anonymous17 February 2024 at 23:49

    And she is the best and strongest 💝
    Nice one jaans

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