Going Ingnored: My Beauty

My beauty beams boldly

Hardly do I attract

Who can afford eyes

All eyes are spell bound somewhere else

Rarely do I enter any heart

Which can burn bravely

All hearts are awkwardly frozen

 

My beauty screams

No hand helps, as

All hands are handcuffed

No ears hear the shrill shouting

All ears are dead deaf by ear-piercing noise

 

 

My beauty urges    

Will you be that commonly crazy?

Who will fence this beauty

With love laced heart

Who will brighten her world of beats

With countless clouds of care

Who will rescue her

Who will allow his complete self

To be her protector