Phoenix

The descending sun ascended new heights,

When instead of stopping,

She started a new fight.

A small incident can't rob her 'will' to 'live',

She still had much in her that she wished to give.

The 'acid' which was thrown on her, had only marred her face,

Beauty of her soul was intact with all its pretty grace.

She had more to her self than just an appealing face, some failed to understand,

She startled everyone when like a phoenix she chose to rise again and stand!

The sun which descended with the darkest hue,

Graced the sky next day with a new vigour, without any cue.

The day she was 'raped' was surely the blackest night,

But not that dark, to forever block the ray of light.

Her body was bruised and surely wounded was her soul,

She had more to her than the body which never defined her fully or whole.

Some failed to understand,

So she just startled everyone when like a phoenix, she chose to rise again and stand!

Whenever the world harbours a misconception,

That they can stifle her voice, dreams and hopes from the very inception.

She stuns everyone alike,

By being the 'phoenix' from ashes who can rise.