Some people are just beautiful,
Like you have been called beautiful at the times,
They have successfully been to the places they had to be at,
They thrive and conquer,
They don’t say anything bad,
They just look at you and smile,
You love their smiles,
The smile that takes place when the eyes reach you,
Their smiles are mysterious, lovely, deathful.
Their eyes shine when they look at you,
These people are everything,
The epicenter of the universe,
The sun of the solar system,
The lotus in the mud,
They shine, these people shine!
Hubris of their accomplishments,
They menace every wrong,
They are beautiful, to every extent,
Conscientious in every field,
Just in hues,
Come and metaphorically trenchantly,
Shove the knives into your throat.
It’s all have been you and you try to remove the knife,
Nope, not possible.
In those inimical moments, they still manage to peep into your eyes and touch your soul.
They are beautiful.
They kept on plunging the knife, slowly and slowly.
Until you bleed and bleed.
They won’t say what will be in their hearts.
They are edifying in their approaches,
And at the end, when you will thud at the ground and ‘gleefully’ observe your skeleton raging over the thoughts of these people, you will push them down.
They will accept you. They will let you.
They will still be beautiful.
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