But Still I Am Beautiful

No curly hairs, not even fair

My eyes are not blue,

But still I am beautiful

Because my mother says so.

Wearing traditional clothes,

Carrying a simple slipper on my foot

Oblivion of this infinite technology,

Contempt with my own looks,

But still I am beautiful

Because my mother says so.

Without six inches of heels

Not even an extra layer of foundation and cream,

I wear specs like galaxy of dreams,

But still I am beautiful

Because my mother says so.

In the world of highlight and curls

I choose plaits and bun

Without even eyeliner and lipsticks

My confidence never swirls,

But still, I am beautiful

Because my mother says so.

And every girl is the queen of her own lalaland...