The Girl

The Girl short poem

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The girl I met last day
She appears to be strong
Unmoved by emotions
As hard as a rock
Broken into small pieces
But still staying strong.

I mistook her to be a diamond
Unbroken and hardened
By all the hardships of life
Yet managing to shine from the outside
Without letting anyone know about it.

But when you stare deep into her eyes
You can see all the lies.
Don’t think for a minute
There isn’t a tsunami of heartache
The loss that swims through her cells.

Yet she knows that
Life is a tapestry of colors.
There is nobody who gets out of it
Without getting their canvas
Painted by a shade of black.

But every time there are shades
Which can even make
The black look colorful.
And every time she picks up the brush
Deciding to paint her masterpiece.

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Shounak Paul

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I am an engineer but a bit different. I dont see the world as it is. I love to travel, paint, click photos. I am a working professional but i also try to find time out of my busy life to write down my feelings as poems or stories.
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Shivkumari Divyashree Shriyanshi

This poem is expressive and heart touching,I like it


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