As I enter the fabric buzz,
I look here and there,
Nothing seems to be
Right enough to wear.
The colours are strong.
But they do not stand out,
The lines are long,
But they only wait for a shout.
The clothes at the start
Are overflowing with jewels,
Their colours do not blend,
Their design is awful,
Their pattern makes me feel bad
But what can I do?
Yet People look over them.
As if precious diamonds,
Yet the mass buys them
As if a lost treasure,
And yet all wear them
As their prized possessions.
I can’t manage to look.
At such faces,
Not because I am jealous,
But it just makes me feel devastated.
So, I enter deeper into the market,
Where there is less racket,
And for the first time,
I see something I like.
The clothes at the end
Do not stand out,
But they make me feel welcome.
They have just the right.
Blend of colours yet
No one there for them,
They have just the
Perfect pattern yet
No one sees them,
They have just the
Best design yet
No one buys them,
They have just the
Good inside yet
No one understands them.
I like it better here,
In the end,
The start is too crowded and painful,
But the end has no one yet it is oozing
With Love.
The Way we see Beauty,
Is no different from this,
We like the ones with pretty faces,
But not the ones with untied laces.
We seek perfection in looks,
Not in books.
Beauty lies within,
And there is no beauty out,
When there is no beauty in.
Anvesha Rana,
Grade 10-B,
Gyanshree School.
