SCAR


Scar from the left cheek down to the chin,
A deep gash leaving behind puckered skin,
The mirror, exquisitely designed, is shocked!
Staring at her distortion,
Making her cringe with self deprecation,
Mockery trespass her every moment of peace,
Denigrating her to lead a forlorn life,
Without love cuddling her in its arms.

 The thought made her believe,
Never she would walk the aisle, 
In her father's arms dressed in white,
Her daydream is a bouquet of white lilies,
in her hands; crumble in a sudden twist, 
And the mirror laughs at her foolish tryst.

 Her wish to dream never subsides,
Imploring her to dress in white,
A chance to dance secured in muscular arms, 
Cupid struck; ushering spring of love,
The grip never loosens,
Somewhere the notes from the flute
float through the air,
An aura of happiness behold,
  
Her scar is smothered with kisses,
The mirror is shocked!
How could it be so foolish!
A mere scar could trick destiny!
Defeated, yet delighted,
When the bouquets fly in the air,
The scar disappears in oblivion.

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