Saturday, January 31, 2015

The Pimple Poem


Let me tell you story of a time.
A day when I woke up at dawn,
When it was still dark, and yet,

I walked out of bed with a yawn.

It was the day of my 16th Birthday, 
Just guess how much was I excited.
There was a birthday bash at dusk.
Long for this day had I not awaited.

Smiling, I squeezed the toothpaste tube. 
In one hand, the toothbrush clasped.
It was then I looked into the mirror,
And when I saw it, I loudly gasped!


Sitting on my chubby high cheek,
Was a ginormous and ugly pimple.
It was so so visible and red, And
God! It was right above my dimple.

On another day, I wouldn't panic
But the day of my birthday party!
I had invited so many friends…
Flaunty friends, as many as thirty.

I asked “Mirror mirror on the wall,
Who is the prettiest of them all?”
It said, “Even with an ugly pimple,
It is you my dearest birthday girl!” 

Alas! I felt I was in a nightmare,
For I did not have a magic mirror,
Who would answer this question,
N' save me from this untimely horror. 

I realized even with my great dress,
As pretty and of the color green,
I wouldn't look beautiful enough
If I didn't have a clean n’ clear skin.

“Just breathe”, I tried to tell myself.
And called Sanya, my best friend, 
“Just use a concealer on the pimple”, 
She said, “That would make it blend.”

But it was a pimple, not just a spot,
I knew the concealer would not work.
I felt terrified, I was panicking,
I could imagine my guests smirk.

With tears in eyes, I woke up Mom.
She looked at me, and patted my head,
Chastising on my unhealthy food habit,
She gave me something, and she said - 

“Wash your face child, it will clear the oil, 
But do it with Garnier Pure Active Neem,
For I have never seen a facewash better,
That can even beat a good pimple cream”.

I washed my face, like she said,
Hoping the pimple would go away. 
With so less time, that’s all I could do,
All except to just fervently pray.

You wouldn't believe if I told you,
That Mom’s tip worked like magic.
By evening my skin was glowing,
The poor pimple died a death tragic.

And finally when the evening came,
I looked so pretty in that green dress.
Along came my friends with many gifts.
As I cut the cake, all said “God Bless!”

They asked me to open the presents,
And tell, whom the best gift was from? 
With a wink I said, ”They are all good,”
“But the best was from my dear Mom.”

Pimple affects more than just our skin.
It affects the confidence and self-esteem.
It can make one anxious and reclusive.
And it affects the relationships of a teen.

Some may avoid just eye contact.
Some avoid all kind of social situation.
That's the power a pimple can wield.
Wearing heavy make-up ain't the solution.

I had the greatest 16th birthday bash,
Thanks to Garnier Pure Active Neem,
They said, I looked prettiest of them all,
Thanks to you, I lived this awesome dream.

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This post is written for the Indiblogger contest by Garnier Pure Active Neem Face Wash. It is a work of imagination and I do not endorse the product as a one-day cure for pimple. However, I regularly use either Garnier Pure Active Neem or Garnier Orange Fruit Water facewash and they work wonderfully for my skin. You can check more about the product hereBut before you leave, enjoy this super hilarious filmy creatives by Garnier. 
(All image courtesy : http://www.nopimplesnomarks.com/).












5 comments:

Disha Kotak said...

wow that was a really really long poem!

glad your 16th was blemish free though!
all the best!

Sanghita Nandi said...

@Disha Thanks :) With a minimum word limit of 450, this poem was supposed to be so long :P

Anita said...

Nice poem :)
Wonderful when we can cure pimples in a day!
Best wishes!

Lovely Bollywood movie cartoons :)

Kalpanaa Misra said...

Hats off for writing such a lengthy rhyme. Happy non pimple birthday :)

Sanghita Nandi said...

Thank you Anita and Kalpanaa :)