A White Face
-Mridara

yellow crumpled churidhar hung loose around her,
an ugly clown she resembled,
face oddly dabbed with powder,
the uneven whiteness like raw flesh exposed,highlighting her dark skin,
fidgeting in her purse a long time she did,
withdrawing a note she moved forward stick in hand,
Bang! She knocked on a stranger,
face red, he scowled and walked away, deaf to apologies,
realization dawned, I understood her peculiarity.

- 23 / 1 / 2006