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.
-Adelene Coelho