Acid on her face

Mehendi on her hand
Acid on her face
Her destiny will not change
It’s a cry of faith

Faith she had in her strength
That struggles to find existence
Giving up she never learnt
The cruelty will soon behead

Laughters and therapies
Intense care and support
She will rise up again
With the strength to defeat the demon

The demon, it lies in you
It lies in me
We will defeat it together
The battle is against us

She is not a girl
But truth of a disgusting society
Shameless and strengthless as we are
The traitor finds its way

The colours of her mehendi will go away
But the scars will remain
The coward devil doesn’t know
Her inner strength has deepen even more

SHE

I heard her sing and then she danced.

She sang the song of glory and everybody clapped.

Whispers that were never heard,

Pierced throne never seen.

She still smiled and walked on; never opened her eyes;

To the world of disguise.

So mild yet so intense;

With every stroke, she grew stronger.

She won her battle with every spin;

Dark history found a new revolution.

The scars now became colours of her dreams.

The strokes made inspiring patterns.

She received the arrows; those used to strike.

And turned them into circle of life.

The shadow went behind and the delicate smile revived.

Hers was the halo that shined bright.