Take a seat and cogitate,
with much efforts God made us,
that perfect body shape,
with all the best curve one can think of,
that flawless face,
say a tapestry of elegance,
those radiating eyes,
as beautiful as the morning sky,
That magical smile,
which is just like a sudden beam of sun,
And that scarlet heart,
Which is a crimson rose in a casket.
But despite these divinely blessings,
you still grow more and more despondent,
And there you are stuck,
in a tunnel of your own makings.
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