Priyanka meena

The Unseen Story
Not Born, But Made

Who says they are so vile,
When a child is born so fine?
The circumstances he lives in act as guile,
For all innocent smiles are born to shine.

For the baby cries, the father sighs,
No crumbs of bread, nor hope in the skies.
Hunger and misery in folds of shade,
Made him a thief, and his honesty paid.

Let me take thee beyond the hills,
Where a man lives with what sorrow fills.
When his beloved was taken and justice denied,
He turned to revenge, and men have died.

Man is known for the deeds of his life,
While some choose flowers, others a knife.
All are born naive, yet take different roads,
Some live in light, others carry loads.

We only see the bad on a face,
And fail to see what lies behind the case.
The path he chose may be because of his history,
But we don’t bother to unravel the mystery.
And start the game of hate and blame,
Ignoring the story hidden behind his fate and name.

For—
Who says they are so vile,
When a child is born so fine?
The circumstances he lives in act as guile,
For all innocent smiles are born to shine.

-Piya-