WHERE IS BEAUTY?

Beauty lies-
In those hands- tiny, yet strong;
wailing and crying out for help
wrapped in those dirty pieces of cloth-
left out to rot inside trash
with vegetable and faecal matter-
In those hands- in that cry.

Beauty lies-
In those eyes, shrunk due to tears;
clothes- that hid almost nothing
hands that tried to hide bruises
vaccant eyes, lost in search of help
A body that failed to work
In those eyes- in those tears.

Beauty lies-
In those silver hairs, soft and dry;
wrinkles that ornamented the skin
eyes that tried to recognise things
And awaited the moment of eternal peace;
cherishing her breath till her last inhalation-
In her thoughts- in her pain.