Anubha Gupta
She wasn’t fair,
So wasn’t life,
And the people,
The day she started,
Slapping fairness,
Creams on her face,
She was a part of the beauty race.
She had erred on her part,
By putting those creams
In her cart,
Her round belly was a thing to-be laughed on,
Making her worry about,
What had to be worn.
She wasn’t worried about the society.
She was scared of her own blood
Who let her in anxiety?
Nurturing Creativity – Keekli Charitable Trust, Shimla
Such a wonderful thought!