I Am Not Ugly Poem by g.n rao

My mother had six ducklings,
All of them looked nice,
But I was looking ugly,
None of my brothers and sisters played with me,
I went all the way to the hens and chicks.
They also called me ugly,
On the way back home,
I passed through a lake,
I found four beautiful swans swimming.
I flew and joined them,
I saw my own reflection in the water,
I saw my own image,
I was as beautiful as the swans.
Now I am not the'UGLY DUCKLING' any more.
I AM WHAT I AM.
A duckling with my own life and thinking to lead.