You said you believe
Beauty lies in the soul 
Then why Can’t you recognize me
Every time you see my unattractive eyes

Why dont you try to 
Read my mysterious mind

Why?

The answer I still seek 
From you every time
Stays as an eternal mystery
Coz what’s around me
Is wrapped in a rug of never-ending hypocrisy 

Why?

I may not possess those curves
Every night about whom you fantasize
I am adorned with uneven features
And I physically own a “plus” size

But I still have a priceless heart 
Which could have protected you 
You can never estimate how much
It would have adored you

It’s however sad that
You don’t deserve anything but pity

As you are wrapped with blindness 
And you can only see those
That are artificially structured as pretty.

(Dedicated to those millions of human beings who fail to sculpt a mark for their physical appearance. Believe me, I too was one long ago but thankfully my partner accepted me in-spite of everything. )