Her simple face says everything about her
Her eyes give her a charm,
Her patience is praiseworthy
She’s mild, she’s soft, she is calm…
Her delicate hands and her gentle smile
Makes her look so rare,
Her mind is like an open treasury
But secrets-she doesn’t seem to share…
Her fragrance fills one’s aura
With a pleasant and numbing smell,
Calling her “beautiful” through her eyes,
Words seem non-existent to tell …
As she’s a crippled lady with skin diseases
Taking sittings in the hospitals since years,
In the thoughts of looking ‘beautiful’
Crying away all her tears…
-dIKSHA gROVER
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About Me
- DIE-betes
- What's wrong with us? What's happening around us? What is this world? What's the use of our lives? Why words? What...Who...Where...When...Why...How...Hell no! these are too mind boggling questions! I feel the pain in answering them...don’t you? Maybe that’s why both of us are diagnosed as spastics-skeptics-ism... a disease of slow death...sweet death actually...of DIE-betes... though years later... IS YOUR COLOR GREEN? talks about...how green will soon be extinct in this world...as an evironmentalist, I care, do you? rather...don't you? or do you not want to? What does you dying existence tells you to do?
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