She laughs with her hand on her mouth, not sure if her smile
is as pretty as theirs, her dress might be classy
but never would she take a compliment without a little doubt;
her mind whispers in the quiet,
“Do they want something? Why are they nice to me?”
And then her heart drops and all she wants
is to leave for the night
because how could she ever compare
to all these perfect people
with perfect hair, perfect nails, perfect bios, perfect everything!
All she desires is to become not-so-ordinary, at least at one thing.
So, she turns on her laptop and writes a poem,
then realizes she needs to write a second one;
oh, how could she let anyone read the one she wrote before?
It wasn’t much good for anyone’s eyeballs,
and as this one comes to an end,
insecurities fill her heart again
and again and again.
Not enough fancy words, not enough depth,
every writer’s nightmare is what she just read.
But just tired at 3 a.m. and sick of it all,
she clicks save;
to hell with it all!
By-
Moksha Arrawatia
First Year
B.A. (Hons.) Political Science
[Edited by Sadhvi Pandey and Mehak Aggarwal
Art Curated by Esha Yadav]
You poured heart out of every ordinary girl by writing this extraordinary piece! ☺️