She was torchered;
vitriolaged-
Thought herself to be cage as accused
She was cornered by all,
Fallen in the scorn of pitfall
Her face was ruptured;
injured-
Fluffy hair burnt into ashes
Her bosom was tore;recessed eyes
A shawl partially covered Her face
She was not fair
Tried to blend with this air
She was smashed by these compare
All She want to be her own flair
She got smack by many desdain-
When she shuffled with all mannequins
Her majestic talk on the catwalk-
Puzzled all the Pupils in the Beau monde
Yes!she was from acidattack recovery home
Never get down by Her face
Because
She trusted the inner talent and
beauty –
Which was submerged inside her skin!
YOU ARE READING
.RHYTHM OF SOUL.
PoetryYour words always don't speak what you wanna express Your expression not always supports you Your heart not always beats for you Your desire cannot always burn as fire Your soul is not gonna always be with you Even your shadow leaves you in dark t...
