Why was I born with lesser love unlike those who were born with same flesh as me for which I sob
Why was I born, to be hated for something I can't control but for others it's like they are destined to loved for
The belief to be lived out of no obsession is gotten buried into tatrus which doesn't open for liars
The duck that seeked big wings to make him touch the sky is drowning in pond of deep despair in which he lo longer vow
The roach that helped other to cleanse their guilt is now killed for being filthy which till his last breath couldn't seem to know
The motherly earth which is full of unjust still believes in fakes smiles and hope for love and kindness that will everyone desire
I guess I will never know the  unfair reason to for which I was born but one that is certain that child that had giggle of love now crys every time