a poem based on how beautifully people present their lives doesn't necessarily show how disturbed they really are...
Those stretch marks are poetic, they reflect her bravery
That curve on that seductive face of her, it's contagious
Though seems like the dawn, the sight of her face is still charming
Though none ever recorded, beautifully photogenic is her glance
Her humor is something more than humorous,
Her innocence is extreme
Her voice is as sweet as a siren's song, once heard, can't be left unseen the next time
Her hands might tremble, but her eye contact does never shake
So impossible and unworldly her imaginations sound .. feels unbelievable and dreamy
Her laughter is contagious and unpreventable is falling for her
Her charisma is unknowingly unpredictable ...
Though she suffers every single night, she struggles every working day, against the dices of fate, she dances off her aches and pain
Then against the assault of indirect insults and sarcastic questions, she just giggles, repenting her birth
None later comes forward to wipe off those watery drops, beneath her eyes, rolling down her seductive face
Her pain is air, though invisible, felt every moment
Her eyes are oceanic and her body is curvy deserts ...
She's the same bubbly, little girl, who's always happy and never cries, no matter what. The same girl you've never witnessed crying. The same girl who walks like a nerd and yet manages to be fun around ...
Thus, Proven, You can't judge a book by its beautiful cover ...
© 2019 Bhargavi Katkar