Beauty
POEM What is beauty? Every time whenever someone used to pass me a compliment I used to question myself "What is beauty?" Is it my face or my skin? Or is it the smile I pass to every human being? It used to puzzle me for hours and hours Comparing beauty with sweet and sour But without any conclusion I used to lie Thinking that without being answered one day I will die For no reasons why I still used to smile Wondering that the word "beauty" was never mine But then finally time judged me out Clearing ,my questions and all my doubts And brought me a conclusion that... Happiness being whole "Beauty" was just a fraction Afterwards I used to smile and I used to giggle Ways to happiness I used to Google For I wanted to be the happiest person And to establish beauty as my new better version.