They said In my youth I was beautiful and elegant and my eyes glowed like the emeralds, They said, I would twist necks of men to dance on my direction when strolling on the streets, They said, I was the envy of the village maidens, They said, My face was shining like that of the ancient beauty goddess, They said, I was moulded beautifully like the pot meant for queens, They not only said, They composed songs, Village musicians had songs on my honour, That was then, My beautiful baby arrived from the comfort of my womb and stole my thunder, She took away my beauty every day with her giggles, She took away my attention from my mirror, She brought down my little hills to lowest levels, She suckled literally the sap of beauty from my body, Maybe they would say again, I'm now a beautiful mama of a beautiful baby girl, A baby...
Amidst the trail of my thoughts I came to a halt Something eccentric But somehow familiar I felt a gap in me That drew me close Closer To reality You ever did your best ? But never succeeded ? You ever felt you deserved something ? But it just slipped Outer your firm grip ? Did you hold your chin in pain ? Or you shed tears ... That still didn't make a difference Or mayhap it did Because life Is just a mystery
He who knows not, and knows not that he knows not, is a fool; shun him. He who knows not, and knows that he knows not, is a student; Teach him. He who knows, and knows not that he knows, is asleep; Wake him. He who knows, and knows that he knows, is Wise; Follow him. ~Arabian
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