She Is Not Ugly
WHAT MADE HER UGLY?
They rejected her and said, “SHE IS UGLY”.
They laughed at her and said, “SHE IS UGLY”.
She asked herself to know, WHAT MADE HER UGLY?
That dark face with the bright smile,
The curly hair and their shine,
The eyes those are curious to know, WHAT MADE HER UGLY?
The helping hand or the heart of gold,
The kind nature or the mind so bold,
The mind eager to know WHAT MADE HER UGLY?
The face that would become wrinkled,
Or the helping hand that is indeed ,
The curly hairs that would become fade,
Or the golden heart that remains evergreen.
They are shouting and saying I AM NOT UGLY.....
Copyright © Ankita Acharjee | Year Posted 2015
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