Mirror!Mirror! who’s the fairest amongst all?
Says La belle dame sans merci with haughty heart,
Her smile a veil, a deceptive facade,
Trampled on heart of gold with utter disgrace!
And dances to the tune of her own praise,
Looked upon herself and praised her fate,
The queen of vanity,the narcissist’s facade,
Tell you tales of how you are flawed,
Her words are daggers cloaked with praise,
Her touch of warmth a ruthless grace,
Till end in this inferno, her folks stayed,
O Allah!in your love let find their relief,
From this ongoing source of grief,
In your light let healing start,
And mend the wounds within their heart.
uzmasaad 
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