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The Big O

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.


  1. That was an amazing poem! I could feel the pain and sadness. Great work! :)

  2. great poem
    beautifully wriiten

  3. wow! it was such a nice poem. great work. :)

  4. i thought such pain could best be expressed in blank verse. But this surely makes me rethink. Nice one!

  5. great.. wonderful poem.. loved it .. palpable emotions.. very touching

  6. Wonderful write-up!

    I truly can relate to many of the things, mainly those mentioned in the earlier paragraphs - in spite of the fact that I'm (trapped in the body of) a guy.

    Keep writing. You write well!

  7. Beautiful! I am reading your blogs..

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  9. Here's a ginormous bouquet! Quite a poem, full of surprise ... simple & evokes empathy. Nice ride!

  10. this was a simple yet poignant verse, truly capturing the pains of an obese girl.. loved it every inch :-)

    i liked the way the poem nicely flows through out without a hitch :-) good job.. keep up the good work..

  11. @sacredwestwind - thank you for the ginormous bouquet.!much appreciated.

    @Debosmita - thanks and am glad you liked it.!

  12. simply wonderful. You have penned down the feelings so well.


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