I was forced to die ,
But my spirit kept me alive,
rising from the ashes,
Slowly and gradually ,
I will start living again,
the pain of being burned ,
Will heal with time,
But whenever I will see ,
My reflection in the mirror,
I will be horrified,
Again will feel the same ,
Agony if burns will rise,
Rage will rise,
The blood in my veins,
Will boil like the heat of Sun,
The wounds they gave ,
Will get healed ,
But the scars will remain,
Throughout my Life ,
I will never be the same again .. Nivedita
P.S. : I hope that such henious act will come to a complete end soon.
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