Beauty

He was the hope of light

In the nightly dark room,

Where she stood as a speck of dust

Somewhere in his shoes...!

He stands out in a crowd of

Thousands of people,

While she still remains unseen

In her own room...!

Yet still a story was made,

A bond was formed, somewhere in solace

Promises of forever were made,

And dreams of starry nights were seen...!

But again as a fate

They were meant to separate,

Where he remains the cheery on top,

While she was stuffed somewhere in the plate...!

But then again history repeated,

Making them face each other, leaving them fazed...!

And then they start talking about beauty,

And she can't stop thinking about their history...!

Coz that time she fell for his inner beauty,

When he was in search of outer courtesy

Where again he stood as the hope of light,

While she being the speck of dust...!

But a turn of fate, leaving them fazed...

This time the room was brightly lit

And there was the search of a speck of dust

" For the win ".