Diary Poetry

SURVIVOR

“Beauty lies in heart, not in appearances.”

I still rock n’ roll to my own beats
I still hymn the songs adored by me in intact disharmony.
But my daily routine activity is left disintegrated
As that of my features.

I still supply ornaments to glamorize me
I still relish inheriting designer apparels.
But I don’t look stunning anymore.

I strive to be nigh to a man’s heartbeats
Be called out as his darling
I yearn for couplet caresses and cuddles.
But no longer, I match up the criteria of engagement lists.

I was physically scratched all over my face
I became versed with all those injuries.
But ultimately, it was the mental ordeal springed by the society.

I have fascinations and my rainbows
I have dreams and aspirations.
But even a glimpse of me
Scares off people
So how can I be the member of same?

I was objectively bedevilled
& was relinquished to be reduced to ashes.
But now I will let my heart ablaze you.

I am fabricating friends in my life
Dear society,
I know you can’t withstand me.
And the acid attack targets
& the blinds are mine consorts.
I will not be dummied up anymore
I will not underground my face.
But I will be a survivor
Who is cognizant and out of societal cuffs.

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