Acid Victim
Who am I
I don't even wonder anymore
Why should I care
how you label me.
I lost my face
passing through the bazaar.
White light penetrated all layers of my veil and stuck
inside my eye.
The dark red mountain crushes
in my feet
with all its trees
making a deafening noise.
Love, hate, relationship are all absurd words created
by frogs.
Don't shout my name.
I am not there.
Clouds rumble in a clear sky,
God laughs a cynical laughter
for creating women.
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