A simple pimple
I stood by the mirror,
as I noticed to my horror,
that a tiny pimple had emerged,
and to pluck it my heart urged
I immediately washed my face,
which burned as the water touched it’s surface.
The pain almost made me cry,
but I tried to gently pat it dry.
Acne as the doctors call it,
could be a teenagers biggest demerit,
as it erupts all over blemishing the skin,
hurting as though someone’s pricking with a pin
It’s an evil with practically no cure,
suffer as the skin can never again feel pure,
trying all the drugs available in market,
only to realize nothing has any effect.
However, I applied some lotion,
though it’s a useless medication.
Red to yellow to white changed it’s color,
from day to day and hour to hour.
I tried to keep my cool,
as the pus began to drool.
It stayed unconquered for three days,
and then vanished without a trace

nice one.
Mostly everyone has gud imagination but not everyone can get the poetic sense of it.
You have got it.Keep it up[:)]
Interesting! Next time I get a pimple i will be reminded of our poem
another great piece of Poetic literature
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gr8 poetic sense..keep it up..
hmmm ….
gr8 poem …..
…. keep the pen up as u know there are many fans …
the whole life cycle of the pimple, nicely illustrated…
I feel this poem has a subtle message too… (I felt it) — like don’t prick the pimple…it is always for the worse… let it vanish by itself…
hey nice one, btw when u stand in front of ur mirror don’t u see ur messed up nose?? when would u write abt that?
these verses have brought out some amazing poetic skill of yours…:D…keep writing and let us know some more sensible stanzas abt yr thoughts…..:)
Bhai Saahab!!