beautiful.

What beauty is to you,
May not be as beautiful as before,
What if my eyes had no khol,
No rogue on my lips,
What if my real face was shown,
No blush on my cheeks,
Stripped off my clothes,
What if my bare skin was exposed,
Under those white sheets

What if it was the worst of me,
That you have ever seen,
Under a fluorescent lamp,
My body has lost its warmth,
Pale bluish chapped lips,
My eyes are not awake

What if you saw me in a peaceful state,
And you can't hear me breathing,
What if you saw strangers wrapping my head,
Whispers kept exchanging,
I'm fully dressed in white and lying down on my bed,
What if you knew it wasn't a favourite colour of mine,
Or have you not got a single clue

What if you knew I had something to say to you,
Would you have met me the day before,
Or would you say that you're unsure,
What if it was my final hour,
Before I was laid to rest,
What if it was your last chance,
Would you hold me in your arms,

Have my heart against your chest,
Press your lips against my cold forehead

What if it was the finale,
Would you be the one lowering me into the four-sided clay,
Resting my cheek on the ground,
Would your tears cover my lifeless body,
Just like the rain yesterday

What if my pasty face was the last thing you saw,
Would you remember it clearly,
Or would you want to forget it when you close the door,
What beauty is to you,
May not be so beautiful when she's not breathing anymore,
What is beautiful to you,
May not be what you're used to seeing before,
It's painfully true.