When I look into the mirror, I always complain
Why my nose isn’t sharp why my cheek so plain?
Why my colour isn’t white
The brownish touch is just not right.
Why my eyebrows so horribly thick
The thought of it just makes me sick.
Day and night, I used to complain
Till an answer from heaven came.
Your eyes are beautiful but they just can’t see
The love and dedication put by me.
The pain I took to make every curve
Which you say you don’t love.
Through the mirror, you don’t see your reflection
But the master piece of God made with the greatest perfection.