Beauties are not so what they appear
Their look is nothing but a snare
Innocents are caught by such illusion
Then they have to suffer as desolation
No place is found where truth plays
No reason is found why lie sprays
All have masks to make others believe
Considering this as their ground to live
Their gait is their main tool to be followed
Making up like queen makes others befooled
Their tears are same as the crocodile
Laugh seems as if hyenas smile
They change their joy as chameleon
Deceiving not only one,but million
For them,breaking heart is nothing but play
Considering a lover's heart as toy of clay
But this game does not go forever
Time comes when no one be in their favour
Even their memories leave them alone
Nothing be taken with except forlorn
Neither they increase nor they keep it forever
Time cuts them as they cut their lover
Not a trace of their splendor will remain
O! Beauties! why do you fuss in vain?
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