The girl who lived...

There, once lived a girl,

A girl so beautiful, so charming,

A girl as white as milk and as precious as a gem…

A girl so enthralling yet so simple…

A girl of everyone’s dreams’…

She lived happily, with her family,

Her mamma, her dad and her lil brother…

She loved them, more than anyone could ever love,

They were her world, her life and the basis of her existence…

But, she had stalkers following her, because she was beautiful,

The ones who were impolite, who knew about her whereabouts,

The ones who tried to track her every move, every location…

She was scared…

She tried to run away but the raucous guys didn’t stop following her,

She didn’t tell anything to her family,

She was scared of ruining her status in the society,

She stayed quiet… Cuz she was terrified…

The situation ruined, the stalkers made it difficult for her to go out…

They proposed her in the market, held her hand in front of the crowd…

They spent hours in front of her house; they harassed her lil brother,

She couldn’t take it more…

It was getting too much,

So, she slapped the guy at the market…

The situation ruined, the guy forgot his courtesy,

He trailed her every now and then,

He offended her in front of her friends…

And the news reached her father,

Her father kept her locked in her room,

Her father stopped her from going out,

He was afraid…

After all the family’s prestige was at stake…

He taunted the beautiful daughter for her fault…

But she wasn’t at fault, she knew…

The fault lied in that beautiful face, which she was born with,

She regretted being attractive to boy’s eyes…

And she could take it no more,

She went to her room and smudged that beautiful face,

She wanted to kill the culprit…

She pierced the knife on her flawless face,

Blood poured down from her cheeks,

She cried, but no one was there to hear her in that locked room,

And she was successful,

She killed the very face she was proud of,

He killed her soul, she killed her spirit…

Yet, she lived,

She lived as the girl who regretted being born beautiful…

She lived being maimed and crying on the bed...

She lived now, as the ugly girl with scars on her face…

She lived now with no one following her… ….