"Arrange"d

I am sort of fat...
Can you stand that...
And understand that...
That is how I am...
This is what I am...
And I will not change...
My kilos, colour, footage...
Look less than my age...
To stand on that stage...
With you!
In my designer lehenga...
With flat stomach in view...
To hear people in queue...
Argue...
Who looks better than who!
As we stick like glue...
For the cameras, the clicks...
And the chicks...
From your office...pose...
With scented bouquet of red rose...
You stand too close...
To them...
To make me jealous...
So pretentious!
Yet so obvious!
You know the system...
I live the system...
So, this solution
To my situation
Is out of question.
I am not ready for this dramatization
Of my life
And my existence...
Because this pretence...
May be common...
But not vital.
I am happy
with my maiden title...
Yes, i am sort of fat...
And that is all right.
Come close...
See me in light!

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