Like an Orchid in Full Bloom

June 21, 2008 by Usha Pisharody 3 Comments

Exotic, they called me-
Not quite knowing how else
To pigeonhole this unknown quantity
That was me.

Aeons of Aryan thinking?
Or perhaps my intensity
Flummoxed them?

Unnerved, though mute-
I was their clothes peg
Unmoved, yet alive
To their varying opinions.

Dusky and attractive; Compliments?
Though, no beauty, she-
(Ah! I might get complacent, eh?)

My body, lithe and supple
With my face, exotic?
My assets, they thought-
That sold, haute couture!

Vacant, my expression, perhaps-
But never my soul!
This is not my life’s calling;
I know, there is more to me,
Than fills your lascivious eye-

Then why?

A witty rejoinder, I give you none:
For, if my silence you cannot comprehend
My words, you never will!

To you, I shall ever be
That orchid in full bloom!

21 June, 2008