Hidden

Interwoven with disguise,

It rests,

But for a short time,

As she wanders,

far into the paradise,

of untouched thoughts.

Unheeding a tiny voice,

which sways her conscience,

She masks what she feels,

Aching at what is hidden,

Trembling at the bare truth,

Which stays unrevealed.

But for a moment.

The truth borne of living,

a life

of a despot,

of a mistaken identity,

of a hidden entity,

of the "other."

It is but for a while,

hidden,

For a time,

she remains,

unscathed.

Truth concealed,

Truth uncovered,

Truth discreet.

Hidden.

-shobana-

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