The Chemical

She used to smile more often

earlier,

now all I see is tears 

rolling down her cheeks.

Those eyes, 

God those eyes!

They had dreams In sight. 

the ones that you see 

with them wide open,

they are moist lately.

And 

the confidence 

that moved the Himalayas once

I swear

is shaken down,

broken into pieces further

reduced to ground. 

The doughty once

is now scared of her

own reflection. 

Her self belief is tarnished,

smoked and blown 

up in the air. 

The quietude screams for justice. 

The one that is blind.

She knows that she has to find

it herself.   

The question here is whether

she is ready to face the cruel world

the one that hurled

Acid on her. 

The joust will be tough,

so she better not cough.

Her confidence grew 

when her husband drew

her dreams again.

The form that was torn in the struggle

is being put together.

The self belief brew

and finally 

the smile was back.

She had transgressed the attack. 

She now smiles more often.