The Veil
- 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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