People see the face alone
For assessing its face value
And whiteness of its colour-
Had it been the cure of an ill
Or deep hurt of the heart
Then, the white sea-salt
Would have been panacea.
White colour intermixes
With a variety of colours
Losing its own originality
Nature and novelty.
But, the value of a face
That lies in its dark shade
With its integrity never fades.
-Copyright © hrsharma ®2017
Ludhiana, Punjab, India.
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