The Courageous one

      A Tribute To Acid Victims All Over The World

The pretty face was scarred that day,

All her life began to fray.

The acid burnt through her skin,

Causing pain to kith and kin.

All who saw her, cried out in shock,

Some of them even tried to mock.

It was all her fault, people said,

Standing by her hospital bed.

She heard every word, every sigh,

ALways wondered, Why oh why?

She blamed herself after that,

Whenever crying, down she sat.

Life itself didn’t matter,

It could only fail and tatter.

She tried to imagine a life where,

Things had happened different from here.

No future, no present, no past,

Someone, somewhere a curse had cast.

Life’s failinbng had called to her,

Grief and sadness permanent were.

Now she stands ever tall,

Learnt to walk after her fall.

When she finally got overthe shock,

Came out of the room with the lock.

She still hid her face,

Carried herself with such grace.

She studied hard, She studied more,

Tried to succeed from the core.

She helps those today,

Whose lives have begun to fray.

Acid victims admire her now,

Always, always wondering how.

They want to survive and live again,

Bear it all; even the pain.

So she was a victim who turned it around,

Peace of mind she had found.

Her life is ruined, they had said,

Standing by her hospital bed



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