I am the vase
Collecting dust
Beautifully hiding the corner
From the eyes of a guest...
Don't step in too close,
Don't strip the corner off its drab.
I look good
From a distance.
The flabs hidden under my saree,
The scaly skin hidden under the
Long sleeves.
The eyes behind my spectacles,
The mind buried in a body
Of thoughts .
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