I am the little one
Yet to born,
Yet to get a shape,
yet to see the light.
I am the little one
about whom, no one is excited,
Though, I am hoping to see
the outer world.
I am the little one
Mom, is worried about,
Is she planning to not to have me?
As my Dad has left her alone.
I am the little one
can hear inside my mom cries;
I am worried everyday
Is this the last day of mine?
I am the little one
who is unwanted here,
who is not acceptable by any one,
Can be avoided at any point of time.
I am the little one
Who has to be punished,
But could not find the answer,
What mistake was done?
By - Sanja Debbarma.