Back in 1998, a Pakistani man came to my place.
Large white spots all over his pigmented face,
Scarce hairs on his cheeks; so ugly, did he appear
I let him in but not without some fear
He sat down, i gave him a drink and he talked to me
About good deeds and what they were meant to be
About the peace of mind that a good act brings
about this immediate reward for all kind things
He talked about the people returning many times a favour
for many of our well meant and kind hearted endeavours
and then also about that peace and beauty
that for all of us may well last into eternity
Mesmerised by the great wisdom he had come to share
I sipped my coffee and became suddenly aware
that this wise Pakistani man in the end
was not ugly but the most beautiful friend
I had come to realise that true beauty does reside
not in the looks we have, but somewhere deep inside
–
This really has happened
a perfect stranger dropping by
with a great message
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