• meenatchi 6w

    Beauty is

    Many a times, to myself, I think,
    "What is my beauty?" and there, my 
    thoughts shrink. 

    Years bygone, I still ponder over this,
    To only realise, beauty lies in my human amiss. 

    Bones and skin all I was,
    To bother about, I was no carcass.

    Brown, black or whatever, a little less fair,
    But why would I stand for others to compare?
    Humanely amiss, all the beauty, I care.

    ©meenatchi