When you look in the mirror,
You see a woman having utmost beauty,
Patrons can’t deny her elegancy.
Her red lips chanting all promising words,
All the other woman in the room,
Gazing her like a goddess of beauty.
Redoing her individuality,
She got her charm into her head.
I saw her and I was intrigued by her temperament.
The way she was so arrogant,
because of a layer on her tainted soul,
She wasn’t delightful,
looks like a horrendous whole.
Her obsession was an impediment,
To wander the world and see the magnificence,
She was extensively into herself.
I feel sympathy for her thunder within,
As charm in your countenance doesn’t exemplify,
the complexion of your spirit.
I feel obsession is remarkable,
one essentially mandates self-love,
What needs to be comprehended is,
Life is meaningless without appreciating others.