Rosy cheeks, pink lipstick
She looked enchanting
Beautiful like a fairy
Enamored, he wanted to marry her
He was wealthy, she gladly accepted
Soon he realized without makeup
She was ordinary
Her most time spend in front of mirror,
beauty parlour
She was costly, egoistic and adamant
He regretted his decision
But endured her
Within few years,
she died of skin cancer
One day, he saw a woman
serving an old, ailing person on road
He helped her and fell in love with her
She was not beautiful outside,
but had a lovely heart
Always serving others
Blissful vibrations surrounded her
He proposed her
She laid one condition
I want to serve other's,
He agreed wholeheartedly
He sold his business, bungalow
Shifted to a small house
That's enough for both she said
With his money and hard work
Both set out spreading happiness
More they gave
More donations poured in
The joy of watching someone happy
The smile and gratefulness in their face
Gave them boundless joy
They lived happily till death
using body and mind to serve others
They lived a rosy life full of joy
07.09.2021
For:
Constance La France, "R'' Contest, New or Old
I stood in the middle of a rose garden
I watched nature map out its own pattern
I quietly listened out for the budding
And heard the sound of a bee buzzing
I stood in the middle of a rose garden
I saw withering evened out by blossom
I sought after a floating flutter
I sought after the wings of a flower
What could be missing in this scenic botany?
Aroma and beauty is not the only expectancy
It feels like a beauty parlour without hairdressers
It feels like a sweet flavor without taste-testers
The greeter of the flower buds
The day watch of rosariums
The symbol of a warm welcome
Is in the romance of a butterfly
Daylight misses their soundless claps
Daylight misses their flight
We clipped their colorful flaps
When we killed all the butterflies
What a beautiful face it seems
Her teeth is perfect and white as she beams
Why don't I have that beauty one screams
And so to the beauty parlour with many dreams
to get makeup treatments and many creams
And another falls to the cosmetic industry schemes
For the beautiful face is a product of Photoshop teams
Its the lasting inward character beauty that redeems
But the passing cosmetic fools gold is what society esteems
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