Tiny and negligible,
Freckled and furred,
Shivering all the time in
nervousness and uncertainity,
it appears ugly to whoever
sees those squinting eyes
and hears the stuttering voice
that utters senseless words.
But then, this ugly duckling,
weak as it is in showing
the world its beauty,
doesn't transform into
a beautiful swan for others to behold,
for it doesn't behold the world
charming and worthy enough
to revel in its hidden beauty.
The freckled and furred face
hides the fairness and charm,
the blotched voice masks the symphony
of interwoven rhythms and
verses of honey like melody,
the wings that looked scaled and beaten
soar faster like its uncanny
and exquisite, ethereal thoughts.
The people who look outward
see the ugly duckling wondering when
it would evolve into a beautiful swan,
all the whole not realizing that
the celestial swan is within the duck,
its beauty visible to the very few
who have eyes to see the empyrean elegance and
heart to listen to the musical voice of purity.
- Harini Krishna
15th May, 2017
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