Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears!
I am no orator, as Brutus is
Though I could be one with these braces removed from my teeth
Mistake me not for Miss Beautiful Smile
But you’ll be forgiven if you happen to stare at me longer than required
For the teeth of mine now look like ‘Anar’ but sparkingly white!
In their full length they stand, covered no more
Aligned in a straight line,no room for pores
I’ll smile, laugh, talk. No worries I hold
A million dollar smile I tell you, worth in gold!
‘Tis but my braces that you knew so well;—
I am myself, though not a Archwired.
What are Braces? It is nor hand, nor foot,
Nor arm, nor face, nor any other part
Belonging to a man. It is not me!
With or without braces. I am still the same.
I hope, I will, archwired no more,
Retain that dear perfection which you hold.
P.S The Tale of the Braces Removal will follow in detail…
( Special Thanks To William Shakespeare!)