I see them walk past me everyday,
They look through me anyway
sometimes the occasional glance,
but no one's taking a chance.
I am always the friend
that they can depend,
what happened to the chemistry?
it is such a travesty.
I craved for a loving touch
was I asking too much?
or a love letter perhaps
those thrilling moments and gasps.
time flew by fast
nothing happened to last.
I grew anxious by the day,
no one had anything to say.
Now I go to work,
a jerk is always on the lurk,
sometimes they leer
I can always hear
their jokes are cheap,
sometimes I quietly weep.
there are days when I get touched,
i used to get scared so much
now i have given up,
let them feel me up.
i have to take the ride,
no one caring by my side,
have to reach office on time,
sitting at home doesn't earn me a dime.
The boss doesn't like my presence,
colleagues have fun at my expense.
this has been on for a long while.
I put up a brave smile,
I hide myself in the long work hour.
they actually give me an ardour
my cubicle of security
there I have friends plenty.
the smirking salesman is right
The stitches are very tight,
designers don't design clothes my type,
my types don't create any hype.
I am an object of pun,
the passerby's poke fun.
family members keep up the sarcasm
keep hurting like a spasm
my folks are saving more money,
they quip - who will marry you honey?
what am I worth?
wonder why they gave me birth?
when will you see
the beauty within me?
the day that I die
I will no longer feel shy,
to boldly fly off to another world
No more misery for the obese girl.
Gyanban thoughts - a few lines dedicated to obesity,an obese woman in this case,what's a day in her life look like? who cares ?Our society is trained to laugh and mock when they see someone obese.It is sad that even educated people make a mockery out of someone's misery.This misery leads to so many suicides -some physically and some mentally.