My Tangled Hairs.A Poem by Anushka joshiAbout the pain behind apparel beauty. How every metaphor is beautiful yet bearer feels the pain.
My Tangled Hairs.
Just like the leavender on, My Tangled Hairs. Beautiful in its own way But beauty is painful They say. Pulling my hairs, Strangled in bits. Just like the turns and twists In the pleats of my life. Braided beautifully Can't nobody see the pain, They just say. Purple streaks over the blonde haze, Even when everything is clear Within the maze. The purple becomes invisible, Only the green bits of happiness stays, I pray. Pray for the green in my life, But as the sun strikes And again I shine, Beaming through every crack. This is life that we just need to accept. The green always glows, But the leavender paves. �" Anushka Joshi. © 2023 Anushka joshiAuthor's Note
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4 Reviews Added on January 28, 2023 Last Updated on January 28, 2023 Tags: #pain, #beauty, #nature, #beauty is pain #life #acceptanc AuthorAnushka joshiIndiaAboutAnushka_joshi My attitude is like a 📖📖white colour , whose presence is not shown but absence makes a big change... more..Writing
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