Little pieces of stardust fall from her fingertips
And the scales of balance tip in her favour.
She refuses to see,
That her skin glitters like gold
That her eyes speak of beauty untold.
She refuses to listen to her heart beat
After 80 years of life
And refuses to acknowledge her worth and beauty.
All those who look at her
Fall in love
Some even worship her.
Her wisdom is attractive
And her intelligence brings many to shame.
Yet she is as humble as honeydew
After a night of starry sunsets.
My only wish
Is that she know,
What her entirety would behold
The moment she loved herself.
I only wish,
She would know those starbursts
Would dim in comparison
To her self-love.
I only hope she realises what I never did.
Author: Himadri Krisha
Editor: Vyomini Kapse