‘What makes her beautiful?’: Poem by Prisha Chandna, Apeejay School, Noida

She did not have a perfect body
Not a sunshine smile
Her eyes were not as captivating
And she certainly was not the type to be shy,
No; she wasn’t a poem
Words couldn’t describe her beauty.
She was real and flawed, she was raw to put it simply
 
And yes she’s emotional
And she says what’s on her mind
And when ever the world feels starless and heavy
She pulls her pieces together and gets ready to fight.
 
Because immemorial she realized,
No one will stay till the end
And so she wrapped her arms around herself and kissed all her flaws
She eased her hefty breaths
And became a treasure no one could hold.
 
She is her own soldier
Her own lover, and her own friend
And that makes her the most precious piece of gold
Any being could ever hold.

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Poem by Prisha Chandna

Class 10 G

Apeejay School, Noida