A Thug Snail

Loneliest in the crowd,

Saddest amongst the happiest,

Complicated but not fabricated,

Authentic but appears to be mingled.

Yet, sometimes you acknowledge me as strong.

You see me as brave.

You look upon the brightest smile I give you,

But never trying to interpret the backstage,

The behind-the-scenes,

The sleepless, diluted nights,

The agony in my shivering voice,

The pain in my eyes,

No, you only look into my strength.

You want to see my stoic appearance.

But I never want to measure my depth.

As I am looking for validation in the wrong place,

How can you understand me when you don’t have any depth?!

You pretended to be deep but were as shallow as a hollowed snail.

A thug you were!

©® Farheen Akter Bhuian Nancy

Circa: 2023, Rokeya Hall, DU

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