My Desi girl,I wonder if you know how perfect you are.

You hate the colour of your eyes

You call them dull and dirty

But I have seen the sunshine,

Stolen sunlights in your eyes

They keep raw emotions a secret

Your skin you say is too dark but the sun loved you so much he only kissed you more than others

you’re the color of melted chocolate

When I crave something sweet

Your skin is the color of our earth

Where your ancestors planted crops on to feed the woman who’s thighs were thick as tree trunks

The rivers of Punjab flow through your veins

Your mind is like a holy book,blossomed from ancient secrets and beliefs on how you came to be

You’re smarter than you think

You constantly undermine yourself but you’re an entire work of art ,you are beauty in its purest

My Desi girl you are not a brown girl stereotype nor will you ever be ,you are this generations greatest creation

And nobody compares to you,my Desi girl.