Beneath The Surface

By Shakti Shukla

Women always have some sort of

Depth attached to them,

Even the seemingly superficial ones,

Revealing their flesh

With skin covered in concealer,

Only known to those who

Dare to look in their eyes

In order to catch

A glimpse of their soul.

Those with intentions of

Possessing the surface

Will never care to look beneath.

For the oceans of passion

To shores of grief,

Volcanoes of fury turned into

Sediments of disappointment,

Mysteriously balanced with

Rains of love and springs of hope.

By Shakti Shukla