Her name is Beauty.
She was so beautiful
and glowing like a dawn
When she smiles you would swear
that you have been attacked by lighting
You would never hear her talking loud
She had her own way of doing things
Girls in the village would get jealous of her

Her wish was to be like anybody else
Her heart was broken like pieces of glass
She felt that it cannot be mended
Love is another language to her

Having to exchange her body to put food on the table
was not an easy thing
You and I would swear that she was living a happy life
You and I were busy judging her without hearing the full story
Without really spending time with her
Will her heart ever be mended?
Can her dignity ever be stored?
All she wants is love and not a judgement
All she needs is an ear to listen without any response