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