God is much more worried
Than boyfriends and men married.
Women are upset with divine art
And overhaul themselves to look smart.
God given eyebrows they bemoan.
Shave them off, draw their own.
At natural hair, they despair.
Change colours or change the hair.
Wear eye lenses blue or brown,
Copying ladies of another town.
Dark lips are painted rose.
Make third hole in the nose.
Repair the teeth, shave the face.
All God given things they replace.
Raise their troughs, lower their peaks,
Thus every woman loudly speaks,
"No God or men can ever please us.
Women are victims. End of discuss. "
Well articulated and nicely embellished with poetic rhyme and rhythm. An insightful creation written with conviction. Thanks for sharing, Sahil.
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Dark lips are painted rose. Make third hole in the nose. Repair the teeth, shave the face. All God given things they replace. Raise their troughs, lower their peaks, A very fine poem dear poet. tony