When there was that striking smile all the time,
And plenty of charm with a tad bit of baggage,
I used to be a desirable woman.
As the reason behind the smile didn’t matter
As charm outshone, and couldn’t suppress the building banter.
When I thought more of freedom and less of shackles,
And spoke more, with meaningless words.
I used to be a desirable woman.
As life by then hadn’t shackled me up in my head
And the words were meaningfully dead.
When I was reckless,
And charmed my way through the crowd.
I used to be a desirable woman.
As the blind crowd that desired a naive soul,
got another decked up doll.
I am now just an exhausted, content woman,
Who only wants to know who she is.
Just another undesirable woman,
Who cannot survive her desires.
Vasundhra Dahiya is a data scientist whose mind is automatically set to think about logic, patterns and analysis. She applies the same to dissect her own thoughts and experiences.
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