In search of a beauty queen,
Never Shillong had such a frolic seen.
All eagerly waiting to see,
Who this queen will finally be.
Fight for beauty I had seen on display,
Those do not occur almost everyday;
Never did i care what embark do they,
This kept me very much in the dark.
As for me,
This is a one million question;
Why this?
Cannot oneself judge and decide,
Who is the most beautiful in the World?
There is but a prize,
Stringed together with a bond,
If bond is somehow breached-
They would call you daughter of a bitch;
Body thus carries a money,
Real beauty is thrown to the wind;
As i walk through the streets I ponder,
Why someone be a judge for me?
In this world of excessive wisdom,
You have to display and advertise,
Who is the most beautiful?
So i was made to go to my roots,
And remember what was sung around the hearth,
"Whether black or fair, short or tall,
My own lady is always the best."
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