Above all the lies
Was hating herself,
She saw everyone
With her eyes
And herself with other's
And that was the origin of fakeness.
But it's never late my dear,
To know that
People are not mirrors
Who can reflect your true soul.
Help out your miserable soul my dear,
The people have so many
Of what they want.
But you are the only one for yourself.
- Mitali Pandey
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The Art of Self-Love
PoetryLoving self is an art and not everyone is an artist . If you are giving yourself more importance, more time you may be considered selfish, but what is wrong about it. This book consist of various phrases of self love in form of short poetry.
