Once they get on your
face,
They won’t leave you,
No matter how long on
them you gaze.
Remedies of removal
are very few.
Make a home on your
face anywhere,
Try to squeeze them,
Give you pain that
you can’t bear.
Marks on your face
they can leave,
Sometimes so dark and
weird,
That you can’t even
believe,
And try to remove
them,
As if for this you’re
geared.
When you want to look
the best,
You’ve got to put
your emotions at bay,
No matter it’s a party
or a fest.
By touching, they
increase in number,
To your perfect day
they can be a blunder.
Oh! Pimples, once
they appear on your nose,
On the finale of your
beauty pageant,
If happened with any
of the girls, I pity those,
Can work as a day
ruining agent.
And for the
competitor they become friends from foes.
Please go away from
my face,
Clearly deep down
from the base,
It’s like they love
me the most,
Are always there with
me whether April or May,
Follow me everywhere
like a ghost.
Sometimes they are
very small,
Thank God! Not as big
as a ball,
In colour they are
red,
Inside them there’s
something white,
Looks worse on your
forehead,
Trust me you can’t
even hide.
But in the end if you
see,
They make you realize
something very deep,
The one who loves
you, will love you still,
So for growing
pimples you needn’t weep,
Coming to the moral
I’d like to say,
We aren’t worried
about you anyway,
Pimples oh! Pimples,
you stay or go away..!!
Well expressed. Daughter...... Pimples have always been the bane of growing up.......
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