“Beauty is the angelic smile
When you haven’t laughed in a while.
Beauty is the sparkle I see in their eyes,
When they make pray and it passes straight through all the skies.
I was afraid of the warmth of my tears.
I felt being stabbed by my fears.
I lose the hope for my survival;
Beauty is the miracle that did my revival.
When the nights are cold
But those stories remain untold;
Beauty is when you bled off your old scars
And still, find a way to your galaxies and stars.
Beauty is a hidden secret, not a lie
Which you find when all your spirits die.
Beauty isn’t about the fairy tale,
It’s all the happiness which you hail.”
By Laiba Tariq