MARTYOSHKA

I am in and I am out,

Confused me to confuse all,

I bear the pain of secrets to kill,

I am sealed within myself, with a spell.

I crack and I am back,

I am layered, to fool;

But I want a way out-

‘Cause I reduce with each pull.

I have many faces but I am just the same.

Decipher me to survive, it’s nearly death’s game.

Kingdoms failed and people slain

Just to know what I hide for ages, in vain.

This is my song, this is my tale;

I am the oldest “Matryoshka” of the Czarland.

-VAISAKHI MISHRA

p.s.- "Matryoshka" the word i used in my poem is short for Matryoshka doll. The Matryoshka dolls are the nested wooden Russian dolls.