Surrender

A broken strap, 

She holds herself back.

Boys check her like a meat

Though she gets back to the beat.



Running late for Work

She jumps onto the first bus

Heels waking up the office

She trembles to the notice

Walking sideways 

Avoiding occupied bays

She acted like a Novice.


Eyes rummage her sanctity.

Was it her number?

or her singularity?

Walking into that cabin,

She hears herself shuddering.

Colleagues, Seniors & House Keeping

She hunts for a perfect hiding.

She ruffles her fears 

And makes the noise

People called it Impatience

She calls it Voice.

Her neat notes, her loyalty

Her presentations maintain anonymity,

Her hardships turned pale

Fake concern in charity?

Day 2 of her life:

Waiting by the bus stop

She brushes her nails

Sharpens them actually

Hair untucked to neckline,

Bag transferred to front,

She chooses a darker Subway.

A day older,

She thinks she's smarter,

Finding a Blouse that's looser

She pushes the Red lipstick to last drawer...

Walking by a wider street

She decodes the reality

It isn’t her degree,

Nor the sanity

Not even her spirit

Never her popularity

Her existence was the trigger

Her curls, her blusher

She understood her waters

Indeed,

It is the shirt that matters.

- A Girl at Work