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.