Excerpt from the poem-
‘Shironuri guises the blemishes, smudges, snags on my face, on my skin,
But it doesn’t seep in my soul, to bury the cracks, rifts’ n rents within
I am a geisha,
as real as an illusion, Art in motion,
An ocean of emotion, a magical potion.’
You can read the whole poem here- https://supriyasbanter.com/1347-2/