A little girl with an enormous dream,
Walked the path, with a shiny gleam.
Her doll and crayons formed her rainbow,
Lessons of her parents made her grow.
She danced like a golden feather,
Listed her goals in a diary of leather.
She took mysterious steps every day,
Struggled but found a unique way.
Days rolled but nights shone,
With her aura, she was known.
Relatives and friends praised her more,
Her exceptional moves rocked the floor.
The pages of her diary had never wondered,
A dreadful incident would leave her thundered.
Two figures would shake her innocent life.
The first was a Demon with a lethal knife.
Darkness surrounded this virtuous soul,
She always questions, “What was my role?”
This day would swap a different face,
She wonders, “Was this by God’s grace?”
After long practice, she walked back,
To lovely home, unaware of impeding attack.
A Demon with a bottle haunted her heart,
Spilled the acid on her face, hit like a dart.
Her beautiful face blazed and stung,
Men and women gathered, both old and young.
Pain and her cries, couldn’t let them shake,
But an Angel rescued and let her wake.
To the hospital, he made her reach,
A life was saved with a lesson to teach.
Her face was ruined and the beauty gone,
Her Sun now longed for a delayed dawn.
Only who she could now find by her side
Were her parents, in a world so wide?
Irony crept in the cave of her mind,
All her friends now left her behind.
Relatives gossiped and cursed the girl,
Who will marry her in this world?
A “monster”, a “victim”, was she regarded,
Like a filthy dump, she was discarded.
In the mirror, she looks and tears roll down,
What has happened? “I wish I could drown.”
But this was a phase which passed in haste,
Her Life is precious and not a waste.
From her parents, she gathered strength,
From dance and music, she devised breath,
From Nature, she nurtured and lived the moment,
From herself, she invented the missing component.
Beauty is not the golden key to live,
It’s the Happiness and the spirit to give.
She opened a Dance class in years which passed,
With Survivors like her, she smiles at last.
-By Akash Singh
