We are not as white as snow
For we are the earth on which the flowers grow.
We are wrapped in autumn
While our souls dance in blossom.
Why should we hide
The color of a goddess?
When we can carry it with pride
And leave people awestruck.
The girl in the mirror told her
To fit the beauty standards
But she refused and became the standard.
She fought her
And she taught her
To call her
The brown daughter.
An ardent believer in that a good poem isn’t one that comes from, but through you, Pravin enjoys writing short but meaningful poetry. Write to him at pravinkumar2788@gmail.com to know more about him.