A beautiful lady, is who?

With a pretty face,

or a chiselled physique?


Possessing a scarred heart,

yet a smiling visage?

Take her pain,

and feel the light.

The love. The care.

Break down her guards.

Adorn her with mortal jewels,

and she is beautiful.

Beautiful, still.


Behold her grace.

She is a snake.

Or a swan.

And, elegant.

Capture her tears.

They are thunder.

See them glisten as they flow,

A memoir of pain.

Shreshtha Chakraborty

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