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Guilty or Not!?

Guilty or Not!?

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It's a poem about parents especially mothers and the life of specially privileged ones of our society. The situations they face and the re treatment they receive from their own family for being who they really are.


It relatable for everyone as nobody is perfect and all of us are born with one or the other drawbacks, internal or external.


I hope it touches heart. :)

Here it goes...


Guilty or Not!?

Wrapped in blood, born a soul,

Unlike other babies, he wasn't whole.


Something was missing physically,

Which was going to hurt him mentally.


Neither was the doctor happy, nor was nurse,

As if the child's birth was mere curse.


Mother was revered no more by the family,

Because the baby boy they wanted, was not normal typically.


Frightened and tired of the criticism,

Mother wished to abandon him, commit cynicism.


A year ago, she had given birth to a girl,

Who was burden for rest but for her, a pearl.


Again she gave birth to an unwanted fellow,

Her children were not as in-law's expectations that were shallow.


Every year, millions of women face this terror,

Girls and specially abled children are considered as mother's error.


While creating an art work, we try to make it perfect,

Then why would a mother imbibe, in it's child any such defect.


Definitely then, it's not her fault,

Then why is she blamed and not given benefit of doubt.


May be the father carries a defective Gene,

Here medical tests must intervene.


But then, why are we focusing on who is the guilty,

It's not humans, we are creation of the almighty.


If hand becomes disabled or brain stops working,

We must support them, this should be our upbringing.


No one is less, no one is more,

No one is dirty, no one is pure.


Every one has a role on the earth, to play,

Let's not get distracted and make out the most from each day.


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