Written by: Anushree Acharya - 28002, Grade VII
Posted on: 05 December, 2022
She has perfect eyes,
Around her finger, all the guys,
The way she walks,
I love the way she talks.
People look at her,
All I can see is blur,
They all say-
So perfect how may,
She has perfect hair,
All that I can care,
They told me-
Keep a dream to be-
The perfect "she"
I stood there like a tree,
I look at me
Just like a flea
I starved myself
Took a book out the shelf
Told my soul
Tired of fixing the hole
Embracing all the holes
Loving all the moles
Looking at my reflection
Loving all my imperfection.
