You are a shell,
yet unopened
Hiding inside a pearl,
yet coarsely covered.
You are a butterfly,
yet to wake
Sleeping in a cocoon,
yet to break.
Youu are a cloud,
yet to rain
Enough to green a desert,
yet in pain.
You are a rock,
yet not dry
Blemished by nature,
yet never cry.
You are a peacock,
yet never dance
With thousand eyes,
yet never given a glance.
Your are a rainbow,
yet to form
Queen of the skies,
yet slave to storm.
Youu are a poem,
read to the end
Written from the heart,
yet never understood.
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23]Inner beauty
Media's Obsession with external beauty (and my own lousy looks) made me write this one, maybe I will be able to change the way people evaluate me?
...also, someone talked to me about a condition which affects a part of external look. made me think about these stanzas... so i searched for it in my blog, and found '23' to be missing! coincidence?!
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