Beauty Tips

Beauty Tips long poem

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Want skin as clear as the pearls you wear
Garnier’s Blemish Balm shall be your savior
Pull down those dark spots, marks and repair
Every skin problem with a dab of BB cream

Dreams dance in your mind of lips so divine?
A fruity kiss from Burt Bee’s is then your hero
Cherish its gift of stunning glow and shine
And have the same lips you were born with

That grass on your head makes you cry?
Criticisms greet you on your way every day?
Then Vaseline’s Hair Tonic is worth a try
For dandruff ne’er could win against Vaseline

Kajal or Mascara doesn’t adorn your eyes?
The problem lies within your lashes so short
Pure Olive oil shall then do better their size
While their make-up artist will be Maybelline

If zits, bumps and spots dwell on your face
Tell Clean & Clear to bomb them to ashes
When seas of sebum on your skin make place
Serve the nasty oil to Ponds Vanishing Cream

If you really have bought a Lakme Sunscreen
Lock up your parasol forever in a cupboard
Just be bold and walk like a beauty queen
Let sunrays today know Lakme’s great power

Divorce storytellers living in your washroom
That ne’er have fulfilled their promises so big
Loreal Total Repair is what’s needed to groom
Hair that wish to live a sorrow-less long life

Embark on a beauty care journey so painless
By following these seven tips so trouble-free
Your shrouded love shall surely be a success
If you baby yourself with sweetness and care

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Muhammad Farhan Ahmed

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I was born in Rawalpindi, Pakistan. I started writing at the age of 11. I am a passionate poet and I use the power of my heart and my imaginations to write poems. I've been writing poetry for five years. I initially wrote free-verse poetry but I was inspired by William Wordsworth's poems and then I switched to rhythmic poetry. I am a poet of emotions and sentimentality. I embellish my thoughts and ideas by adding several metaphors, idioms, and similes. In 2013, I participated in an inter-school poetry competition in which I was awarded the first prize. I'm hoping to publish a book which compiles up all my poems, called ''Farhanite''. In my opinion, being a poet is like living in a world of dreams and inner visualizations, that you turn into words adorned by beautiful metaphors, similes, idioms, and rhymes. Poetry is a tool that completely changes your personality, your style, your ambitions, and in short, you.
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V.MUTHU MANICKAM
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Very good presentation. But beautification never stops with seven or even seventy steps.

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