You are too black
Yet so beautiful;
And do not lack
The continuous appreciations.
Surrounding the white cloud
With clear gleaming mist;
Encasing a shiny black pearl
Within the oyster shell.
Making a lady proud
By just a soft touch of presence
You hardly ever fade,
Even after a hard escapade.
Born from burning oil’s fumes
Almost hidden by feathery lashes
Yet making your presence felt
All over the world is your fame.
Some call you mascara,
The others-kohl;
But dear old kajal
Back at home.
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