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Misbirth

Delicate and innocent being I was, hoping to bathe in the sunlight
But my hopeful story to dwell in their existence came to an unsuspected conclusion
I bet there were and are many of mine kind whose dream to live never budded
As I thought, “why should we be side-lined without a second thought?”
I wondered if they had steam evaporating from their frozen hearts
Or they had mercury running to and fro their veins
Their decisions lack a definite form; it is nebulous

Society has coincidentally transfigured her ‘My mother to have been’ into a disguised monstrous being
Mentally, she has been shuttered beyond and I am broken in the future tense
As they invade our future to atone for their unscrupulous acts to prove their findings
To the extent that even the blind see the beauty in life then they can closely imagine
As precious pearls we are; they crush us beyond recognition
And flush our remains secretly to God knows where
They violate the belief that ‘life is a continuum with no discernible starting point’

"My mother to have been" recalls that her faith condones and connives not with her action
For one of mine, kind equates to a promising generation yet to surface the earth
But then who would be rescuing mine kind from such pain of terror?
For the order of mine, generations are altered per the expressions of injustice
Based on the rigid social class’ discrimination and victimization
Time and over again, her conscience keeps on raging war against her
And playing flashbacks to remind her of fate with or without me

But what can the alternate be…is there really an option?
They think of how to flee from their troubles
And finds themselves in an unscripted complicated epic
However, the harsh economic and social conditions,
The ever-changing technological trends and dynamic religions
They nurture and foster this fatal and horrific accident
Meanwhile, society keeps on brainstorming
Deciding who to live or die

Let’s hope for the better upshot to birth an unperturbed generation of angels
We desire to love with our whole being unconditionally


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