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By Annika

It's no more pink or eye blink…

It’s no more walk or hair lock…

It’s no more silk or lipstick..

that defines a woman…

it's just the vision of society that is blur… Not anymore the word beauty defines


She is just not a butterfly out off cocoon, She is way more “ UNIQUE”

She is just not a Pearl out of a shell, She is way more “ ANTIQUE”

Not just a Lotus in a mud pool,

She is “ MONIQUE”

More than a Moon,

She is “ MYSTIQUE”


By Annika

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