I was so low like you,

when a picture didn’t fake

of mine, and rather it spoke

the truth of all my face,

which is goddamn the beauty

i assume to be fit perfect.

Beyond the comments that

i found gross and rude,

Were they ever of my use?

I guess today the justice i make

with myself on self- satisfaction,

is the reason i have crossed the bounds,

and would preach the same for you,

for reason, you are in the same phase,

where comments and hatred

have tangled you badly and

life isn’t that happy where i state

to come above this all and lasting

love for your own being,

Out of the boxes, boxes that were built

by faces behind, rather make them a reason

for your coming beyond,

beyond your own set line.



Shreya Nigam