Walking in a field,
Look at a rose, what’d you see?
Its beauty or Its duty?
Look at a caterpillar, what’d you see?
An Ugly worm or Soon becomes a butterfly?
Men are shallow.
Ladies! ! ! I’m telling you.
They can’t see beauty in worms.
Also can’t see just more than beauty in roses.
They don’t see you inside. They don’t see you in your mind.
Men! ! ! I dare you.
Talk to my face not to my breast.
See my DOs not my dress.
And find my best!
See me inside, see me in my mind.
Men are shallow.
Like buffalo hoof prints in a muddy ground.
Right there’s water inside, but nothing can survive.
[Sanya R.2008]
that was a good one...i had written one 'beauty's duty' not yet posted and this one is very close to it...beauty is the call i guess...well written
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
full of meaning..well expressed..grace