Hats off to the woman disfigured with burns.
She has fought back undying
Acid or fire whatever the hell t’was
Head to toe, even her fingers are scarred.
I see her everyday travel in the metro
Full of people jotting thoughts when they see her.
I am also one among them
Always thinking what the reason could be.
But when I see her blazing spirit
I’m consumed by her coloured humbleness
There is no anger or distress on her face
Not that we could see any physically.
She wears a discoloured smile like her crown
And moves forward dignified
She’s just like any other girl
In love , with friends and a spiteful family.
Yet here she is as differential as you and me
But with Forgiveness distributed all around
She listens to rock and is sharply dressed
She also tells jokes and hums songs!
Does it occur to anyone at all?
That acts like these invite more power
Women come out stronger than before
Bruising the ego of those who harmed her.
In a country of billion people
I should feel safe and sound
But when I see her, I’m only reminded
We plant more thorns throughout.
I cannot imagine being in her place,
I might probably not even survive
Those women who have no faith in humanity now
Need to look up-to her as an example of Dunkirk spirit.
Sometimes I try to envision her real face
She would have been a pretty one
Disgrace to our community for destroying it
They failed miserably in taking out one more soul.
Hats off to the woman scarred in burns
She is just like you and me
We need to learn to be affirmative and meek
It’s a monumental world out there we have to grace.