Let Me Be Me

I have been referred to
With numerous names,
I have been spoken of
For playing mind games.

I have been called
An opportunist
Who uses her womanly wiles,
To get her way
And get away
With people by using smiles.

If I wear bright colours,
A bangle, a bindi
And a pair of ear top.
I am said to have 
Taken pains
To look good and dress up.

If I laugh aloud 
I have no shame
If I dont I am a Snob
If I am
Independent
They think its due to my job.

I have had enough and now its time
For me to raise my voice.
I am a Widow I agree
But it was never by choice.

I am not a window of opportunity
Nor a tissue to use and throw.
Neither am I a damsel in despair
Nor a broken bow.

I dont need any shoulder
To cry and lean on.
Do not think I am emotionally weak,
I dont need another 'Someone'.

I really pity 
The people who see
The smile on my face for their notion.
They can never see
The pain within me
For them my heart isnt open.

Not that my life
Is centered around
What people think and say.
I live my life
On my own terms
I follow my own pathway.

I am still married
To the Man I love
Even if I am called a Widow.
My heart knows
That he knows it too
Because my soul tells me so.

I still silently cry
And shed my tears
In front of people I truly trust.
I have my friends
Who know me well
Our friendship would never rust.

Inspite of this 
I'll be discussed
Or gossiped about a lot.
It doesnot matter
I have my friends
Who forget me naught..








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