The Unusual Beauty

By Ankita Singh

Beholding the swaying trees that stood tall amidst the maze

Serving testimony to toils worth days,

With deep thoughts and a curious gaze,

She confronts her father, am I not worthy

Of love,laughter and these little joys?

The mighty coconut dispels hunger,

Yet falters in providing shadow and rest.

To fatigued devotees retiring on toes,

From the pious land of Deogarh to their abodes.

Hailing the Lord in all devotion,they do not surrender.

A journey that signifies devotion and patience,

"Alike the time you were born my little one

All I could was thank the Almighty in unison

With my better half who sprung you onto life

Amidst nine months of that recurring sleepless night.

What if you have this scar,you are always my lucky charm

People living in houses made of glass,how do they appreciate?

Blinded by external appearances; none can ever perceive an unusually beautiful heart,

All the love,care and energy that my daughter does radiate

Even Aphrodite might fear when faced with a resolve this strong."

"So,even I can soar high like the coconut tree

Imperfectly perfect in my own little ways."

The 28 year old widow ruminates with sparkles in her eyes.

Having now regained her identity,

In time to teach her twin angels what it meant to be free.

To those little bouts of joy that once lay abandoned,

On the busy streets hustling with "Oh Lord! where do you reside?"

"To these gifts of God, I shall teach to be confident,unfazed by any complexes

To never judge a soul and always serve humankind,regardless of what the world preaches."

"All the best!,my precious not so little one",the old man was now beaming with pride.

By Ankita Singh