The Masked Beauty Poem by arsmitha khanna

Under a mask she hid,
Away from the world she loved;
Dusky was her skin,
And to her a curse it was
Yet she never forgot to smile,
Forgetting the tears that covered her bathroom tile;
Every night she chose,
To create lives without flaws,
In her manuscripts of deadly laws;
Forsooth!
Time long...
She despised the night sky:
For it bore the fair moon.

She despised the white waves:
For it hit the dark rocks.

She despised, even her own palms:
For the pride it bore, of its superior tone;
Eventually she despised everything
she once 'LOVED'!
Untill -
The toneless, invisible breeze sang,
Into her ears, a beautiful veracity,
As she stood doodling in her lil balcony,
On an ungodly piece of white;

'The moon is silver and not gold
But 'you' are!
The waves are salty and not sweet
But 'you' are!
Oh yes! The palms are proud,
As they are,
a part of 'you'!

Your smiles overwinning the
sweetness in a berry,
Fear not, my little fairy! ' 😊