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Khoobsurat

The only word he could utter that day was “khoobsurat”

I laughed my heart out and replied with “I know”.

He stared at me with weirdness,

as he was expecting me to thank him.

But what for?

For beauty, I created in this world that once I thought didn’t exist.

For these shining eyes, which cried,

every twilight for the vulnerability they carried within.

So when he was looking at me confused and waiting for a thank-you,

I replied with I know because I wasn’t beautiful before,

I cherished this body like a sculpture,

As an entity, I made my soul the centre of my world.

So for me, khoobsurat doesn’t mean beautiful by birth,

it’s an art created by the human after our life start.

-Riya Shah

By Ray

POET| CONTENT WRITER| BLOGGER

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