WHEELS OF MISERY

Her blemish contours her charisma,

She had set off a peregrination of potholes,

It was a matter of contretemps,

That has now left no vestige of her pulchritude,

Frivolous she felt to live any further,

But she discerned and was resolute,

To show the feats she splotches,

To the one who plunged her to eternal tenebrosity,

Yes, she is the manful acid attack survivor!!!

Her life steps on a path of blazing coal,

An air of opprobrium clings on her way,

Day by day her life goes astray,

Ostracized she is for being different,

Yet, her mind is ne'er vanquished,

She stands tall with her sufferers,

Relentlessly she tries to make us ruminate,

Stand in her feet and commiserate,

To help, not another to suffer,

Her coup is the forfeit for the nefarious,

Nugatory he is now, to the whole world,

But alas! Admonishments ne'er count,

Unabating are the episodes,

For women are born to put up with it,

No one is merited to decide another's nemesis,

Then why an incongruity prevails here?

Erudite we are of all these,

But minds shriveled by augmenting sagacity,

Heedless we have become about all and sundry,

It's time to cease them all off the roots,

If not now? Then when?

For we would rupture the essence of togetherness,

If we cannot make a difference.