I am the blemished portion of the moon; fairly contributing to its beauty.

I am dark circles; the ones that are under your eyes, the ones that you try to hide every morning; so that I am not revealed.

I am a flaw; the one that you hide from the world in the fear of being dejected.

I am a portion of you. Blemished; You named me.

“Why do you always conceal me ?”

“Because you make me look ugly.”

“Ugly? Oh. I don’t understand ugly. Are you naming me again? Well okay; I may be the flaw, as you like to call me, but I am the only true composition of yourself.”

I am the true composition of yourself; fairly contributing to your beauty.


– Gursimran Kaur