Embarrassed

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It made her feel sad and embarrassed Situation was so sudden and not assessed Circumstances too were not so pressed Emotions ran high and worries suddenly traced She did hide face and almost wept No one was ready to look and accept Was it a good offer or to reject? Who on the earth is so perfect? Can’t say she is so ugly Intelligent but look so homely Black sports on the rough face For her, there was no one in the race Right from the day of her consciousness She faced all words with seriousness She was still confident, unmindful of hollowness Some concrete moves on her part with fineness Was she ugly and clumsy of her own? Why people, friends offer and disown? Is she asking for precious stone or crown? Only honourable living without any frown She moved with confidence and boldness People still frowned and offered coldness She still surged ahead with disregards to all It was need of the hour and urgent call Nothing can shake her zeal and will power Never looked below but always at peak and tower Only cowards and weak look with shyness She was good for all move and bright success Not all look at and praise outer beauty It was almighty who did his best duty Who are we to criticize and insult the person? I find nothing new with any reason Someone liked and offered her rose Was that out come of trust in God she reposed? Was that the inner strength which prevailed? All far chances, she thought, must be availed

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