As I gaze at the glaring glass of mirror,The fascimile of a maiden I see,Wrapped in an immaculate skin she is,From all blemishes and speckles it’s free.Her visage conceives all reasons of vanity,But reflects sheer drabness,As if her mind is wreaking havoc,With all the brewing happiness.Her beautiful eyes look tormented,Perturbed by the pandemonium in herContinue reading “Beyond the flawless skin !”
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