Once a child, soft and small
Chubby cheeks, they'd mock her all ,
Laughter echoed, cruel and loud,
Judged by looks, not heart unbowed.
No stage, no song , no dance was hers,
Her spirit crushed by spiteful stirs,
For they saw only outer form,
Forgetting children still transform .

Years passed by, and she did grow,
A beauty now with talents to show,
Being inspiration for many others.
But more than that her heart grew kind,
She left those bitter days behind.
Yet some Judging eyes,
Looked at children, as in past guise ,
They mocked and sneered, just as before,
Forgetting young one's need much more.

So she stood tall, beside the small,
Refusing to let them feel that fall,
And in her heart,
A fire ignites,
To give them chance,
their OWN LIGHTS .
For now she knew, it wasn't the face,
But what one does with given grace,
The child who once felt so much pain,
Now helped the young,
TO DANCE AGAIN.


~ Rupa