Survivor

As life started I was made to fall

Before I made my way, I saw the thorn

Rose is beautiful with all its thorns

But marigold is stamped under feet

‘coz there is no thorns to harm!!!

What a wingless butterfly should

Complain about her beauty

She was never considered a butterfly only.

I am like the wingless butterfly –

Trying to prove myself one.

Beauty lies in the eyes of the beholder?

Cursed be those eyes which sees beauty

In the fake smiles and carefully chosen,

Bewildering words and in false promises.

Then, I am not beautiful I proudly announce.

Beauty is all superficial

It defines only illusion

The depth is the reality

And it has no connection with beauty.

I am no beauty but I am real

A soft snail under the false hard shell

The hard shell is the beauty

But the snail is real.

And I am a snail without that hard shell.

A terrified creature-

Without a cover,

Without a protection,

But I am a survivor.