Survivor
My Poetry published in Chandamama Fans site https://www.chandamama.in/story/2020/09/09/survivor / The cool breeze swished her long black tresses across her face As she gently brushed it away with her manicured hands, Revealed a radiating face, with glowing eyes encapsulating dreams to achieve; Her reddened lips parted and let out a laugh, endorsing a carefree soul. Daddy’s little Princess she was; Her hand to a knight in shining armour he would give, he always said Enrobed in a beautiful gown, blazoned with sparkling jewelry Today she was on her way to her mate’s bridal day. As she sauntered in savoir-faire, a gush of liquid splashed her face All she could feel was her melting skin, gnawing her like pins and needles; She screamed and howled in intense pain, as people started fencing in Open her eyes when she did, she was laid in a bed with clean white sheet Crisscrossed with wires she laid there still, It was an acid attack, she vaguely heard. Don’t give up my love, you are my fighter