Acid Can Take Your Face Away, but Not Your Identity!
....so fight till you win...
I remember those beautiful days,
when I used to go to the school.
My dreams were big
and books were my passion, my fuel.
Then suddenly something happened,
which broke all my dreams.
I couldn't live with the same name.
Till now, my body, my soul screams.
The classes I used to love,
are something that I hate now.
Why I had the grit to go there,
even when my parents didn't allow.
The corridors were my path to success,
but I want to forget them.
I wish I would have died that time,
when I was a prem.
The society was against my studies,
but I fought to live.
I didn't know that for living,
this much price I would have to give.
That day was like a terrible night for me,
when he came and threw it on my face.
My mind stopped working,
unable to understand that dreadful phase.
I fell from the first floor,
and heard people coming to surround.
Everyone stood there murmuring,
No one came forward, don't know what was the bound.
I could feel my face burning,
and layers of skin melting down.
Everyone was getting entertained I felt,
as if they are the audience and I am a clown!
I was suffering from the pain,
one of burning and one of the broken knee.
After minutes of drama,
someone came in front to help me.
I don't know what happened inbetween,
found myself in hospital after sometime.
My friends and relatives were there,
heard them saying she became victim of a crime.
In that unconcious stage,
I was getting blamed for going to school.
Not just my parents but the whole society
was saying "She is a big fool".
After three months in hospital,
I got released and went home.
None of the mirrors were there
and found that I have lost my right to roam.
People used to come and visit,
saying "Who will marry her."
I lost one of my eyes
and faced three more surgeries further.
Somehow I saw my face,
and got afraid seeing that.
It was totally burnt and destroyed.
At the corner of that room, I went and sat.
How beautiful my face used to be
and because of that everyone liked me.
Now this face they don't want to see me,touch me,
what my future will be!
I started hiding myself from the society,
and kept being in a single room.
The flower got ruined brutally,
and lost its chance to bloom.
But one day after an year or so,
when I saw my awards and achievements.
I realized that my face wasn't the one which gave me this,
my grit was still alive to beat that bereavement.
I got up and decided to show my face,
didn't pay attention to their sayings.
With this face only I will win again,
I will play hard, without any prayings.
I started doing things that I loved
and got proud of myself again.
What people say, didn't matter to me,
it was their loss and my gain!
Gave my best to the work and the world
and won medals after medals.
Many of them tried to stop me,
but I didn't stop the pedals.
Today I am a confident spokeswoman,
and achieved justice against criminals of mine..
Nothing can stop you if you want.
Each challenge is a positive sign!