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Mirror Mirror On The Wall

Poetry, 1 min readDhwani DaveOctober 20, 2020Beauty, India

Mirror mirror on the wall,
What's your definition of beauty, tell me all...
Hey mirror mirror on the wall,
Why do you get to decide my rise or fall?

What if I am dark, or brown or pale,
Does it mean, for the world I am on sale!

What if I am short or fat, tall or too thin,
Is it a license for them to be mean?

What if I can't acquire the ideal 36-24-36
Am I eligible to be trapped in dirty tricks and fight for a life that cannot be fixed!

What if I have wonderous ugly scars,
Should I avoid going to parties and bars?

What if I am flat or have a busty body,
Is it anyways a business of some Nobody?

What if I am gifted with spots all over my face,
What does that make me??
No more a cool breeze but just a dusty haze!

Hey mirror mirror on the wall,
You don't get to decide who is the beautiful of all,
Coz we are all beautiful, in our own ways so far,
With all our beauty flaws and scars...

Hey mirror mirror on the wall,
Recognize the beauty, it has no form.
Define it every possible way,
Please don't set any norms!!!

Dhwani Dave

Hailing from the holy city of Ujjain in India, Dhwani Dave is presently studying Journalism and Mass Communication. She has been writing poems, short stories, quotes from the age of 15 and loves discovering different genres of writing. She has presented her work on radio shows and different open stage shows. She has performed as a speaker and an anchor as well. Other than this, she enjoys reading beautiful creations and dancing her heart out.

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