Bricked

Few stripes of coloured hair,
self judgemental mirror,
A loathed fat tummy
And everything,
bricked mind which has
failed to perfect the shell,
too dormant to notice
the inner soul,
that everyone misses out
while looking for the soothing pink!
The paper and ink
opened the shell
to discover new,
better questions!
A new soul for the mind
to accept and adore!