Beauty at times
Becomes
A matter of ego
A curse
For the beautiful
A reason to envy
An eye sore
For many
Who are?
Less beautiful
An object of lust
For the naughty
Roving eye
Increases the lust
Of the Satan’s
Amongs't humans
A reason to worry
For the near dear ones
Makes life
Mean and jaded
At times
So shy and fearful
One becomes
One is left with
No other choice
Except to hide it
Behind the walls of
A veil
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Yes, so true..Very beautiful poem. Loved reading it.