Scarred by the Umbilical Cord

I am born

I recognize "her''

She's - my "Mumma"

Her face hidden by her palms

The palms, my to-be cradle

I am her shame, not glory

I am denounced

I am graced by rag-pickers

I cry for being fed

I weep to be caressed

I wail for security

I shed tears, as I am being abused

I howl in pain, when beaten

I break down,

When I see look-alike of "her"

I mourn my birth

I, the outcome of Lust!

Love & Lust - each with 4 alphabets

Love is Owned

Lust swept under rug

Oh, Ma! I am 'You'

Yet,  Scarred by the Umbilical cord!

© 2014 Ajay Pai (Reserved)  

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