Temple
An idol shattered finely,
Scratched and worn out from the other side
With All the other flaws it hides somewhere
And yet the stretch mark worries
The worries of acne and pimples
Of excess fat
Around upper arms, thighs, calfs, and;
The eternal belly fat
Shoving slightly out the waist lines
And elastic of pajamas
The worries of it all..
And the worries of unseen parts of me
The skin i touch barely; which bleeds
Which isn't supposed to be brittle
For if it is, it upsets eyes, heads
Faces and mouths on them.
To worship those fine flaws often not seen
I touch me bare
everywhere
Until it's okay
And not ticklish anymore
Until, it's home..
Shreyaa Tandel is a self-established poet, or you can say amateur poet, from India. Her poems "Inadvertently Alive", "Virgin" and "Blackhole" have been published in the blue pages lit, and vamp cat magazine respectively. When she isn't writing or is glued in front of a computer/cell phone screen, she spends time singing north Indian classical music and reading the Bhagwad Gita and pretending very hard to be happy, even though she isn't. You can reach her at shreyaatandel1526@gmail.com.
She is a regular contributor to Marías at Sampaguitas.
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