Same womb, same rooftop.
Children grow up quick or late.
Two plants side by side,
Controlled by so-called fate,
Failing to receive the same guide.
Just like one sky, two puffs of cloud
One peacefully silent, another thunders loud.
Unique forms, different treatment,
One blessed by joy, another flooded by rain.
A baby plant grows up by the love of sunlight
Why does another search for the mercy of a flashlight?
Eyes of parents are supposed to look the same,
Yet sight gets blurry behind the golden name.
Maybe equal love is conditional to claim.
Siblings are like two tiny fish in one tank,
Where one is full of life,
another feels blank.
In this unfair world,
One thrives with invisible perfection.
Some of us
are judged
by visible imperfections.