Birth (Poem)

She had taken birth, in a colourless universe,

Where the people were grey, yet their faces luminous.

Her innocent eyes, were blissfully unaware,

That her journey from now, would be far from fair.

The lessons were plenty, that she needed to learn,

The metals and the plastics, were gonna be difficult to discern.

Those who perpetually promised to cherish her, by soul and mind,

Were the very same ones, who were eventually gonna prove her blind.

She stood her ground, still, with compassion and integrity,

But at what cost, when yet she wasn’t anyone’s priority?

For her, each day was a battle; but for them, petty, futile fights,

Those futile fights, gave her sleepless, tearful nights.

She still waits patiently, for their affection to arrive,

But for now, her existence to them is just as their promises; broken, but alive.