Just like every other day,
She woke up and adorned herself,
She glanced at her reflection
in the mirror,
She outlined her sparkling dreamy eyes with kohl
and wore mesmerizing smile
over lips painted with pink lipstick.
She dolled herself and
left her home with hope.
She walked down the street murmuring the lyrics of the latest song.
Hope, faith, dream and smile
accompanied her on the way to work.
Suddenly, she felt a splash on her face,
a passerby had thrown something over her.
The volcano from splash burnt her eyes
and magma was seeping in her skin.
Ah, it was burning, hurting, and melting all at a time.
Some fumes were rising from her
and skin was melting like ice cream in sun.
She yelled with pain
which was scorching her body in a million burns.
Unable to understand what happened to her in milliseconds,
what liquid it was to leave her in pain.
She unconsciously yelled for help.
It was pitch dark in broad daylight, and she collapsed amidst all the chaos.
She gained her conscious after many weeks,
Still it was pitch dark for her.
The pain didn't leave her yet.
The doll's face was now burnt.
She lost her eyes but not the dream.
It might take many surgeries,
but still she won't be like before.
She was broken, and she couldn't see how she look now.
She still was the beauty for herself,
who left the house on that day.
Slowly she recovered and collected her strength.
She struggled harder and 
start working to achieve her dreams without eyes.
She carries a scarf whenever she steps out,
she still wonders why kids freak out whenever her face was unveiled by the wind.
One day she thought to face the world without scarf.
World freaked out but still
she walked with courage.
She still was her own princess,
who left home one day
and returned as a warrior princess.
The splash took some part of her.
But she was strong enough to dream without eyes.
She still was a princess,
a warrior princess,
who left home one-day
and went on war,
with freaking comments of passerby,
or sometime with herself,
to collect the courage and to face the world without scarf.
Her dreams and courage are her sword,
She still accessories her burnt lips with the pink lipstick,
And adorn herself with courage.
Because she is a princess in her own eyes
which are outlined with kohl.
Yes she is a warrior princess.

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