It's melancholic how we emphasise
On physical beauty than our souls.
I wonder what worth our body holds
Which is made of bone and blood
Than our souls which is made of
Elegance Grace and Holy Human.
Why is there an ideal body
But not an ideal heart?
Why should you be fair and pretty
When u can be wise with a rich personality.
Why are we so insecure about our body
And notice nothing but it's flaws?
Why can't we be more accepting towards our body
And focus more on our beautiful hearts.
It's high time we realise that
Our body is nothing more than a treasure box
Inside which lies a rare gem
And happiness is when u realise
That a gem is much more valuable
Than an old rusted box.
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PERSONAL POEMS
PoetryCollection of poems, few based on real life events. Includes sadness, suicide, love, thoughts, abuse, hope, pain and agony. Do vote and leave a comment if you liked it ;) Wish you a good reading xx
