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Wrapped in blood, borne a soul,
Unlyk odr babies, he wasn't whole.

Something was missing physically,
Which was gng to hurt him mentally.

Neither was the doctor happy, nor was nurse,
As if the child's birth was mere curse.

Mother was revered no more by the family,
Coz the baby boy they wanted, was not normal typically.

Frightened and tired of the criticism, 
Mother wished to abandon him, commit cynicism.

A year ago, she had given birth to a girl,
Who was burden for rest but for her, a pearl.

Again she gave birth to an unwanted fellow,
Her children were not as in-law's expectations that were shallow.

Every year, millions of women face this terror,
Girls and specially abled children are considered as mother's error.

While creating an art work, we try to make it perfect,
Then why would a mother imbibe, in it's child any such defect.

Definitely then, it's not her fault,
Then why is she blamed and not given benefit of doubt.

May be the father carries a defective Gene,
Here medical tests must intervene.

But then, why are we focusing on who z the guilty,
It's not humans, we are creation of the almighty.

If hand becomes disabled or brain stops working,
We must support them, this should be our upbringing.

No one z less, no one z more,
No one z dirty, no one z pure.

Every one has a role on the earth, to play,
Let's not get distracted and make out the most from each day.

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