By The Looks Of Her

She is as beautiful as the first rays of sun that

Hit the surface of our land

Her face like the flowers that can't even bloom as well as she does

And when the birds do chirp; it is when they hear her words

Her beautiful voice as melodic as the melody itself;

So beautiful that silk turns into an ashamed article

The spirit of flowing river once free, now afraid that she is purer than it

And the bright color of blue ocean that glistens in the scorching

Heat of the sun hide itself from the brighter color of her eyes

Her touch so much softer than the most polished side of red velvet

But it a shame that the world only sees her like a poor maiden

Her inner self left unknown to the unmarking world

And it a pity that at the end of the day, she is but only a rose amongst many others

And the world looks upon her just as one looks at a beggar

For all they know that she is a poor maiden, and nothing

About the beautiful features that conspire with her spirit

The world knows nothing by the looks of her.

No one does.