By Chandni Maheshwari
Every inch of her has been spiced,
From head to toe, she has been customized.
Knows how to keep her head down,
Silenced as her tongue sliced down.
Applying makeup for her brown,
Because here, it doesn’t wear the crown.
Knows how to smile through the pain,
As walking in heels is in her domain.
Submitting in every situation is the price,
Which she pays for her every sacrifice.
White skin, small waist, beautiful face and perfect beauty,
She must be the epitome of beauty says, everybody.
Must know how to play her timid role,
As she is trained to be customized doll.
But now, beauty is tired, working all day long,
She wants to go, where she belongs.