Thinking About Myself

 One fine morning, a day as any other,

But I was feeling a little low,

As the thoughts of what I can't be, and and it's guilt started to bother,

While the gloom kept piling up a row.

As I looked at the mirror, felt nothing but terror,

my glances fell down on that face,

Round and rough with a messed beard, scars and spots, the teeth's weird,

Nothing so charming for you to trace.

Self worth now all busted, and feeling quite disgusted, 

I sat down, and gave a long sigh!

Their beauty standards all trusted, crushed me dark, I felt wasted

Wishing I could be born as a fly.

And then I saw my pen, on its side was my brush,

Above it was hanging my art,

Don't mean to brag though, but oh! It's beauty and lush,

Frankly was quite off the chart.

Thats when it hit me, I shouldn't feel so low,

After all! Trouble's like the grains of sand

I realised that my soul might have the beauty glow

That's expressed not by face but my hand.

My words are but honest, humble and thorough,

And my art speaks them thousand fold,

The looks can be shallow, sham and quite hollow,

Like a nickel with plated gold.

Those words will be here forever to stay, the art will speak my soul,

even someday when my bones are ashes and my flesh are rotten foul,

What's there in looks, isn't staying true and modest what we thrive all to?

"Don't judge a book by it's cover" was said not for pages but for the soul too!

The eyes can be tricked, thrown dirt on and be flicked,

But on the spirit you can't play a foul,

So tell me? Would you want to be an apple in their eye?

or would you choose to be part of their soul?

So lets forget about me, my hands and my glee

And take this time out just for you,

See! You're an work of wonder, Just don't try to flee 

From what amaze your soul could just do!

It's okay to be you, that scar? that height?

That's not what you're defined for!

Get out there, be proud, be you, give them fight,

Show them you're far more than what they had signed for.

Or maybe just don't. Don't prove to be you.

It's not really something you prove to.

Just be proud, be bold, do your thing, just be you,

One day they'll be dancin in your groove too.

                                               -Elixir (Piyush Baral)