I'm that boy who she wants as her toy,
But alas, I am defective as I'm a man now & not a boy,
So the kid got bored of trying to mould me.

She got bored of listening to wise advice,
Perhaps I was wrong on my part too in the end,
So no use ensuing the blame-game now.

I just accept it now,
I was born defective,
Accident just worsened me.

But if you sit calmly and think of it,
All the injury to my brain can heal,
Not the injury to my heart under a veil.

Broken, assaulted & assassinated,
I am time & again due to my errors,
I don't blame anyone for defects I made.