What happened one day, a debate started about her beauty
I would say, she was much like a Kurkure wrapper
Designed deliberately to be stunned with the beauty,
the redness to burst dopamine into blood when one saw it.

They would say, she had a common look, common beauty,
I would argue, her commonness is like a song of a brook inside the chirping woods,
Formed to soathe the wandering souls, the greeness and blueness to make me go happy.

They would say, she was a mundane companion,
I would say, her companionship is like the middle of the spring in Mughal Gardens,
Everyone thronged to be there,
Or the ones who couldn't would desire to no matter the cost.
She is shade for summer, and sunrays for winter.
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