People often comment
But I never repent.
Yes, for years I have done makeup,
Putting an alarm to wake up.
When my child was scolded for less marks,
I worked hard with him to make up.
When my husband get angry and wants to break up.
I apologize silently, saving my marriage to make up.
As a girl, I was disliked in society,
I worked hard to make up my dignity.
When there was gender in equality problem in office,
I innovated to make up with ideas novice.
When my parents were on the call,
I hold my tears, so they don’t fall.
When my daughter in law does not cook
I starve but with make up, happy I look.
Often I find my grown up children rude,
I poise, I am calm with my make up shrewd.
Often I have kept the secret of my friends,
I make up for all I hold, and the story ends.
When your child has done something wrong,
You make up, hiding from father all along.
Also, when you are lonely, neglected by your son,
And the neighbour rings the bell, with smile you welcome.
Now with age my skin is all wrinkled, not tight,
I wear make up to look bright.
I wear makeup and I also act well,
That’s why you, appreciate though I live in hell.
Every woman goes through this agony,
Holding tears displaying her talent symphony.
Men love these females and wake up,
No woman will ever need any makeup…