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Ankita Acharjee Poem
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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Ankita Acharjee Poem
He begins his day with my smile
Sending me a message and wishing “GOOD MORNING”.
He passes his day remembering the face of mine
Asking me to give his love.
He does not think of anything,
But wipes away all my tear,
All the day long I torture him,
But he treats me like a dear.
I give him sorrow of every kind,
But he takes them granted
Saying how much he loves me,
Giving me the care that I wanted.
I do love him with no regret
But he is the person I will never get.
Copyright © Ankita Acharjee | Year Posted 2015
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