Vera Sidhwa


Lost It's Charm


The beauty that lost it's charm
Because someone took it for granted,
That beauty lost was lost forever.

That beauty could've enriched the world,
It could've served people's passion.
The beauty would've shown it's shiny self,
It could not be saved from it's own self.

For it was taken for granted.
Lost in it's own despair.
Because the world didn't see it,
The world thought it didn't need it.

Submitted: Monday, April 02, 2012
Edited: Monday, April 02, 2012
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  • Ramesh Rai (4/2/2012 10:08:00 AM)

    beauty is the charm of paradise. it must not be lost. save it. a beautiful poem. top marks. (Report) Reply

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