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?

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