When She
When she
walked on the road, the girls put their heads down
When she
walked on the road, the boys couldn’t resist seeing her again
She was
not born; she was carved
When she
walked into the garden, the flowers were fuming with jealousy
When she
placed her foot on the seashore, the waves were afraid to come closer to her.
She was
not born; she was crafted
When she
walked into the cosmetics shop, the products were waiting to be touched by her.
When she
walked into the parlour, the beautician was waiting with a pen and paper to take
her tips.
She was
not born; she was painted.
When she
sat to witness a beauty pageant, she was surprised to see the women walking
towards her to get her autograph
When she
saw a model posing for a product, she smiled at the model, who was admiring her
beauty
She was
not born; she was sketched
I think
she was born to artists, and she was the masterpiece of their art
When I
walk with her, all I see are the eyes that stare at her, and my face fuming
with anger
Beauty
comes with a cost, and it is not easy to handle a beautiful person in our lives
When I
walk beside her, all I see are eyes staring at her, while I feel my face
burning with anger. Beauty comes with a cost, and it is not easy to navigate
life with such a stunning person at your side.
M.L. Narendra Kumar
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