I Ask the World My Fault!

I ask the world my fault

the place I am born at.

or the family I am born in?

From the lap of defenseless parents

who have just seen hardship phases

head to toe tangled in the slashes

the colour of their eyes dull and faded.

Unaware about the fate, my destiny

I was given a life and wings to fly

but they,

wrenched the new-born for self-conceit

to raise their level of money by trafficking.

For their pleasure, for their entertainment

From one place to the other

From one master to the other

Whipped and cuffed, caged and scud

Those schadenfreude',

derived every pleasure from my body

the most they could.

Beyond my senses my every breath was tortured

and my died soul was left abandoned.

Though shielded by my parents in womb for nine

but as the journey of thousands of miles began

they chopped my wings, and my existence lost its way.

Now the life is still outside my window

the sky that was blue has turned out black

feeling the sunshine has become a rare event.

The raw wounds on my body are now painless

and my soul has now forsweared to resuscitate.

The face that once glowed had now lost its charm

That road once travelled has just harmed.

Now I am my master’s property

I am just a property.

The graven Universe

did nothing except paper poster on walls

years after years many lives get halt

and the statuette spectators

watch this entertainment program.