Before my birth there they wrote my story,
I feel attached to someone whom I have known,
Since when I am somewhere in a black cage,
They call her my mother.
Either when she laughed in joy or cried in pain, I have been always there consoling her, keeping her warm.
I felt every single movement she makes.
she introduces me to her family as a girl,
Now I realize they were talking about me.
I want the same fun and joy as my other sibling does,
But they ended me like a nightmare, the scary one they couldn't even hold me for a second,
It seems like they have already decided on the script.
© 2021 JYOTI SHUKLA