You Think You Know Me! ! Poem by WIN VENTURA

You think I'm just the look, the sway,
A pretty face to chase and play.
But beauty's not what sets me free —
I'm carved from truth, not fantasy.

You think you see the silk, the glow, the hips,
But I read souls, not honeyed lips.
You call me flame — I smile and nod,
My heat was lit by prayer and God.

Kumkum on my brow is crown,
It's not for looks, it holds me down.
Rudraksha beads around my throat,
A warning wrapped in sacred coat.

I walk with mantras in my spine,
Old prayers stitched in every line.
Anklets sing, but not for show —
They guard the path you'll never know.

You speak your lines, you try your charms —
But I've escaped a thousand arms.
I don't fall for sugar lies —
I rise in silence, ancient-wise.

Vibuthi dust across my skin,
Tells stories you won't fit within.
You touch the shell, but miss the core —
I've shut more doors than you've seen floors.

So don't mistake this gaze, this smile —
I've walked with gods a thousand miles.
You think you know me — but you see,
I'm not for you…
I'm meant to be me.

✍🏽By: - WIN VENTURA