I'm Not For Granted

Neither 'am a knave

Nor always plight less

On merry search that always I crave

But an all time interrogation"Why only am I to mess?"

The hour am I partial-red

Minds-black all around

"Wounds many to my release" the blood said

To some formal reasons just, I'm bound.

Me to few lives still a guilt

A perception,liability in lieu of asset they got

A hearty thanks for such discrimination built

Owing,a way paved, to reach their thought.

Fascinating, the rights Fundamental

Mean in proportionate to all

For my sake, in the regards above,no one is sentimental

My world being, striving and small

Indulgences at par boy or men

Proud to be reckon'd: girl or women.