Distinctive face
I
was born into a family of beauty and charm,
But
I was the odd one out, with a distinctive face.
My
hair wasn't long and black, but short and brown,
My
skin was not fair, but a deep shade of brown.
But
I never let it get to me, for I had a good heart,
I
believed that beauty lies in how we play our part.
But
the world is cruel, it judges by appearance,
And
my siblings' beauty only heightened my look.
They
mocked and teased, made fun of my skin,
They
didn't see the pain, the hurt I was in.
I
felt alone in a crowd, my heart shattered and bruised,
For
being born different, I was always abused.
I
tried to change, with herbal remedies in hand,
But
my skin remained the same, I didn't understand.
I
hid from the world, I didn't sit in public,
For
fear of being judged, for not being like the others.
But
the hardest emotion, was feeling ugly and unloved,
By
my family, who couldn't see beyond the front.
I had
a good heart, but that didn't seem to matter,
For
beauty was the only thing that could make me better.
But
I refuse to be defined by societal standards,
For
my worth lies in more than just my appearance.
I am
beautiful, with or without society's approval,
And
I will not let their hurtful words break my spirit, not at all.
So I
stand tall, with my head held high,
For
I am more than just the colour of my skin, I will not comply.
I am
the first born child, and I will claim my place,
With
my unique beauty and my kind heart, I am an extraordinary grace.
Dangerous Game
A
Girl whose love was torn apart.
She
conceived of love as a dangerous game,
But
nonetheless, her heart was set aflame.
She
loved a boy with all her might,
But
he didn't feel the same in sight.
She
longed to spend time with him,
But
he was distant, her chances slim.
With
each rejection, her heart would pain,
But
she kept her feelings, a secret to retain.
She
would cry in silence, her face in her hands,
As
she listened to music, her heart in bands.
She
couldn't focus on her skin or health,
Her
thoughts consumed by thoughts of his stealth.
She
skipped meals, her worry grew,
For
the boy she loved, but never knew.
Years
went by, and she still felt the pain,
But
she realized she had to break the chain.
She
took a stand, and left the past behind,
For
she deserved happiness, she would find.
She
questioned herself, why love someone,
Who
didn't see her worth, and make her undone.
She
picked herself up, and became a champion,
Forgetting
the boy who caused her such pain.
She
learned to love herself, and pursue her dreams,
No
longer relying on someone else's schemes.
She
found true happiness, within her own soul,
And
in the end, she was whole.
So
let this be a lesson, to all who feel,
That
love can hurt, and make you reel.
But
don't let it break you, or make you weak,
For
you are strong, and you can seek.
The
love that you deserve, in someone who sees,
Your
worth and beauty, and loves you effortlessly.
So
hold your head up, and hold your heart tight,
For
in the end, everything will be alright.
Pink Roses
For
years, I've lived among the roses,
Their
splendour a sight to behold,
But
now, my emotions have changed,
And
my heart is growing cold.
Once,
I loved their sweet fragrance,
Their
petals soft and red,
But
now, I feel a sense of pain,
And
tears are often shed.
I
used to read in my storybooks,
That
life was like a bed of roses,
But
now, I understand the truth,
And
how life often imposes.
I
used to love the pink roses,
Their
fragrance could touch my soul,
But
now, I see them as the cause,
Of
both my pain and pleasure.
For
every time I receive a rose,
I
feel both love and hate,
For
though they're so beautiful,
They
can also seal my fate.
With
long stems and fresh fragrance,
They
may seem perfect and pure,
But
when I look deeper inside,
I
see something much more obscure.
For
those whom I give my precious rose,
Do
not always return the love,
And
my heart is left broken,
And
my soul feels less of.
But
still, I can't help but love,
The
roses that I hold dear,
For
they have been with me through it all,
Through
laughter, love, and fear.
From
birth until death, they are my constant,
My
faithful companion through life,
And
though sometimes they may cause pain,
They
also bring me light.
So,
though my feelings may be confused,
And
my heart may break and heal,
I
will always have a love for roses,
For
they are a part of me, I feel.
Anila Bukhari - With
passion and determination, Anila Bukhari shines as a guiding light in Pakistan,
fighting for the rights of children, empowering women, and promoting peace. She
has left an unforgettable imprint in the literary world, with six books and
five international anthologies published, her poetry transcending borders and
captivating readers in 16 different languages across 50 countries. Anila's
journey as a writer started at a young age of 16 and she has since then used
her gift to educate over 1000 orphaned children through online platforms. Her
words not only shed light on the issues faced by humanity but also offer
solutions, spreading hope and positivity to all who read them. Through her
project "Hopeful Hugs," Anila has brought joy to the lives of over a
thousand homeless individuals, offering them comfort and love through simple
acts of kindness.
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