She always had a guard
A bayonet that kept her aside
and she lived a life of a loner
Not allowing anyone to barge
into her world
afraid to expose her closely guarded self
hidden behind her self imposed walls
Every once in a while
Some unknown soul
would get drawn to her aura
and approach her with interest
with a desire to know her more
but would soon learn the hard way
the infuriating outlook she possessed
and would escape her bitterness
never to return again
She also didnβt know
What made her behave this way
hidden somewhere inside was a soul waiting for someone to breach her defense
And to expose her
Like the naked blue sky
and question her on her stand
maybe helping her
to take those guards way
Until then she stood there
wearing her defense
maybe waiting for someone
to dismantle her stance
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Wowwwww π Thank you sir
My vocabulary is getting better
Learning 4-5 new words everyday from you ….TY
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Thanks so much for your kind words ππΈ
You write so beautifully!
Thanks so much Nameera. Much appreciate it
Sheer joy reading this..
Thanks so much, Piyush
This is so amazing π
I think wearing that defence is advisable sometimes.
Absolutely. The guards to be dropped only when youβre certain it is worth it
Agreed.
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Thanks so much, Adithya
My pleasure always for reading your amazing poetry.
You are so kind
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Thanks so much my friend
The pleasure was mine though.. ππΌπ
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So beautiful
Thanks so much
My pleasure
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Someday it will be breached…nicely done!
Thanks so much for your read
So true for so many of us… wearing a facade to be broken doesn’t by the purest of the heart.
True. The hesitation sometimes costs many things ππΈ
Yes sometimes it does.
True that
You are welcome Shantanu.
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Really enjoy this poem. I think that in some ways we all have bayonets that we use to protect our hearts. Especially if we have been hurt before. We are just waiting for someone brave. -Jill
Thanks so much for your lovely words. You said it beautifully
You are welcome my dear friend.
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