Fake Life Poem by Anil Kumar Panda

You were a baby to me
Now, you are swollen
Like a pumpkin. I had fed
You with milk from my
Mom's breasts and you
Held my finger with your
Soft grip. As if not going
To free it ever. Sometimes,
You muttered some words.
I thought you were trying
To take my name. It was
Just a guess. You were not
Mine. How could you take
My name. You played with
Me like adults did. To snatch
Away my peace of mind.
You should have known
I belonged to no one. I
Played the part of a joker
With my face painted with
Colors. I am a fake creation.