I don’t have the long pretty hair,
For you to lose yourself in.
And my cheeks aren’t that fair,
That your touch would make them pink.
I don’t have those deep blue eyes,
In which you might want to drown.
I don’t have the long lashes,
To flutter up and down.
I don’t have a sweet, melodious voice,
That might melt your heart away,
I am not even a tender angel,
That in your arms could sway.
All I am is what you see,
And I am no poets dream,
No fairy tale will tell a tale,
Of the plain-Jane that is me.
I have tried hard and now,
I am tired of this game.
To be a muse, to be a woman,
I don’t want to change
Try to love my smile,
And try to love my frowns,
Try to love my crazy hair,
And my cheeks so brown.
Love me for being who I am,
Else it’s not worth the hype,
I’d rather lose your love my man,
Than be a stereotype!
- Shakti Salgaokar
shaktijs@gmail.com
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6 comments:
wow!!:)
This one was the best rhyme in the issue.
Hardly do I come across poems that rhyme so well and are so much like the conventional 'rhyming' poems.
I'm amazed at it's simplistic loquaciousness.
It's a very simple theme with fitting use of language. I guess every girl would relate to this poem - love me for what I am, not what you want me to be.
well pretty girl,there is someone who wrote about you.or maybe,somebody like you.William Shakespeare's "My Mistress' Eyes"
Nice one...It's actually a good thought for all the ghuys to ponder upon! ;)
Supercool :)
I just drifted through the poem... very well-written!
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