The Perfect Portrait

No one is born ugly, we’re just born in a judgemental society.

Kim Namjoon

She doesn’t know when she made it,
May be somewhere in her dreams…
The town gathered around uninvited,
To scrutinize her work, it seems.

They showered praise and kind words…
They all fell in love.
For it was The Perfect Portrait,
Just one sight was enough.

They said the shapes were adorable,
The colors were mesmerizing…
Just like the sky full of stars beams with pride,
The canvas holding it was shining.

Every morning she checked the painting,
To make sure the beauty is not lost.
The love of the towners & shine of the canvas,
Mattered for her the most.

Slowly the canvas became dull,
As the days passed by…
All her efforts to save the painting were in vain,
Nobody understood why.

Soon the criticism flooded her,
Shapes became distorted; colors started to fade…
She found herself crying,
Over something she involuntarily made.

The towners were frowning, they were disappointed,
Their praise & love became mockery & hate.
She blamed herself for all the downfall…
But couldn’t figure out what was her mistake.
She kept the picture hidden now,
As it was the reason for her heartache…
Now it stays in a lonely dark corner,
What once was called The Perfect Portrait.