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War Paint

In front of the mirror

Now longer than normal

I do have to face

The world at large.

The plain tanned face

War paint it does need

With subtle lipstick and

A touch up of cheeks.

Rebellious hair tamed

With fragrant oil

Now ploughed with the comb.

Ear holes to be filled

And a nose ring too

How sad, the forehead bare

Its precious mark

No longer there !

Shedding the worn out raiment

Juggling into clothes that match.

An individual thus turns into another

Mentally colored to a colorless.

This lady from the Far East

Thus gets ready to face 

The robotic, monotonous

Ever spreading world.

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