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The Veil

  • Writer: Ira Satpathy
    Ira Satpathy
  • Jun 9, 2023
  • 1 min read

Momma gave birth to a veil,

When she gave birth to me.

I saw it in the womb,

I saw it in the crib.

Wherever I have wandered,

The veil has wandered with me.


My only true friend, the veil

Has me concealed. I am a

Societal recluse, an insufferable child.

Behest conversations with my fellows,

The veil always hovers betwixt.

I have never known any other;

Others have never known me.


There have been times when

I have pulled the veil off.

And my eyes have met with a

million formidable gazes. It seems

As if they will turn into daggers

And strike. I put the veil back on.


I assume myself to be an abomination.

Others always have. They fear what they

Cannot fathom and I do not blame them.

This recluse has brought neither

Beauty nor boldness into anything.

The Universe must have had its reasons

When Momma gave birth to a veil, with me.


 
 
 

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