Tell me if I am beautiful

Tell me if I'm beautiful...


Tell me If I am beautiful.
NO! Don't Look them.
the brown skin, the flabby size,
the curly hair, the glary eyes;
the lips that are bleedy,
Or my OOTD,
the ascent that I speak;
 Or coins that I Keep.
Just leave them all, they go down,
the more you scroll;
Just don't come to me,
If you're fond of fake vanity,
stop offering me complex with
so called beauty vendors,
those lying candles, the moon and
the stars, sunshine or the
flowers,
who people think, are aesthetic lenders.
Try to see my  soul;
which never plays game that are foul.
listen to the song of my pulses
and heart beat;
which people hardly feel and greet
And then Judge me, if you can.
Tell me If I am beautiful,
Ok leave! If thats a boring chapter;
Because I don't need an accepter.

                     :–Riya kumari