Treasure Island

Jaya Mishra

(25.09.1993)

Cursed


I'm sitting in my mom
Scared to come out
Scared of the reactions
The emotions of the people
That would so change
When they would come to know
I'm not what they were waiting for
I'm not the carrier of their name
I'm not who they were excited for
I'm nothing but a great shame.

Sorry mom, for I am not your son
But trust me, it aint my mistake
I love you mom, even more
This gender hate, I cant take.

I'm sitting in my mom
Scared to come out
Scared of the later consequences
Scared of my end
Even before the start
Of the life thats worse than death.

Sorry dad, for I am not your son
But trust me, it aint my mistake
I can be your pride, if you would let me
Show faith on my love, its not fake.

Submitted: Wednesday, October 24, 2012

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  • Suman Kumar Das (12/30/2013 9:50:00 AM)

    Gender discrimination is really a big curse for our society.........................time has come to change our thought, to realize its effect on our coming generation.........................Beautifully penned, Dear! ............good job (Report) Reply

  • Miraj Patel (11/2/2012 2:46:00 PM)

    Gender is never a curse dear... Women are the best creation and i really respect every girl..
    Feel free, feel strong, live your life with pride, being a girl is nothing wrong.. (Report) Reply

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