She Sits Alone

When the praises and the applauses are done with
When the words of congratulations
And the exclamations of awe are done with
She bids the world goodbye
And wishes it to keep on revolving
While she retreats to her haven
Her room
Her space
Her sanctuary
There, where she can be herself
Where reflected all around her
In millions and millions of mirrors
Is her true self
That which she keeps hidden
But that which reveals itself
Each time
The praises and the applauses are done with!

Why, there, in her secret garden
Her growling monster wakes up
And threatens to shake her image
If she caters not to it
And she,
Like a dutiful slave
Tends to it
Without an ounce of regret!

Then, when it goes to sleep,
Once more,
She sits alone
And lets the sight of the moon
Fill her with hopes
Of someday being released
While being still admired
For the image that she so tirelessly
Worked upon!

She sits alone
And lets the tears pour out
She knows, simply
That the praises and the applauses
Would have not been articulated and performed
If she had chosen
To be herself, 
A mistress, having tamed
A growling monster
In the open face of society!

Why, she sits alone
And bites her lips
While her heart wrenches
Causing her tears to turn bloody
She sits alone
And wonders about what the rest of the world
Does
When, like her,
They retreat to their own solace!

For Contest She sits alone
4th August 2017

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