Nosy Stares....

I have got people around

Got eyes peeking on me

It's awkward

And they make that a level higher

They stare and stare

Unusual are their glare

Noon and dawn are my biggest fear

Because they stare

It's not that

I'm doing wrong

But it's their eyes

That make me frown

Eyes are a great weapon

Their stare made me realize

It can take a person down

Or it may make the person strong

How majestic they are

Making me feel wronged

Making someone feel strong

It's your choice how you deal with glares

I used to avoid them

Till the day I wrote this prose

Used to hide away in nightlight

Which I used to fear as a baby bear

How great are their eyes

I hold some respect

Cause they made me strong

But gave me another weakness.

One fine day sat on a chair

Light was bright

There were still stares

Thought about what I care

I cared for what will they think (about my appearance)

What will they spread (a truth or lie behind my back)

Will they be my enemy or my friend

Will I be included or discarded

My mind was crowded

With nasty thoughts

For a sec, what I thought

Made me feel like a shit

I decided to be strong enough

So that those eyes don't

Make me feel wrong

I have a lot in my bucket

Many people to love and care for

Many things to be considered

Nasty thoughts were to be discarded

That fine day my life was awarded

Those eyes kept on staring

And I kept on living

Cause I knew the real me

Cause knew they'll keep on staring....

~Arushi Sahu