Beauty n Sophistication

In the belittled

Swollen bunch of color,

Grooves lie many

With pungent straying odor.

In one, I lie,

Lies my world

That small you will say,

In the bigger of yours

Do happy you stay?

At peace is life here
Free from sickness' grey,

Expectations we don't keep

And work for the fragrance spray.

Devoid of emotions is inside,

But pain inlays.

Me too, a creation of God...

You call it a beauty

Or a sophistication you say.