Self Love Poem by Sushree Swayam

Born with a fair skin not makes you pretty,
Filling with compassion might give you beauty;

All dearths you have, mould you unique,
Espy your strengths, out of sick:

Why looking out, come to inner world,
Dwell in Peace & serenity is pure gold;

Not outer events that hurt you immensely,
Your Own inner storms kick extremely:

Just be the present with a new hope,
No excuses, no expectation, explore as dope;