SPITE

I poked my nose
Where it shouldn't be
It was a cleft
That I couldn't see
It got squashed
In the cruel embrace
So I have no nose
On my pretty face

How do I look pretty
Without my nose
And I smell nothing
Not even up close
Others have noses
And I have not
They have something
That I have not got
So for me now
It's a matter of delight
When others cut their noses
Their faces to spite!


~Sumaitri~

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