Beauty isn't my ornament
Yet Beauty knows my beauty too,
I ain't rich in charm
I reap little when glamour calls,
When all faces to beauty bow;
I fall far in line
Just to earn a pity stare-
My eyes can faintly meet
The look of beauteous eyes;
Yet I won't despair or
Cry a tear,
Beauty isn't my Queen
But this I pretty know-
I am something
At least something,
Better than nothing;
Beauty isn't my ornament
Yet Beauty knows my beauty too.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Really an insightful piece of poetry, well articulated and nicely penned with conviction. A beautiful creation Athee.