A Better Life
When I was born,
My hands were empty.
When I was died,
My hands were empty.
What was a difference?
When I was born.
My family relatives and friends
Congratulates to my family.
My father got proud on my Mum.
And arranged a big party,
And celebrated as a happy day.
I have seen happiness around me.
My Aunty got jealous,
Not only with my Mum,
Also with me, because
She had six daughters.
She knocked all religious doors,
And followed every single instruction,
But failed to have a male baby.
And her family were grown as Pumpkin.
She also kidnapped me,
At spot, she and her supporter Sadhu,
Was arrested, when I was saved,
They were preparing me for a sacrifice.
For the happiness of a Statue God,
And believing to transfer my soul,
As a male in my Aunt’s family.
My life was a challenge to them.
My father said to her,
If you asked me to adopt my son,
As yours, believe me, I admit it,
But I am shame, you did this for me.
Do you believe? God will be happy,
To kill this innocent.
If it is easy to get something,
Society never stops to gain their wish.
My friends also hated me,
I was clever in education
And healthy in sport.
They never appreciated my deeds.
Always introduced new stoppers.
People also minded about my Love,
When I fall in Love with a Lovely Girl,
Her family was poor.
Poverty insulted them and snatched Grace,
And also humiliated me.
My family and relatives,
Ill-treated me, and provoked.
Her acceptance was only for a dowry.
I was honest and worked hard,
My innocence was also a crime.
Everyone get benefit to befool me.
My honest life was a misery
And everyone challenged me,
In a race of earnings,
They teased me when I was alive.
When I were died,
People also came to express sorrowness,
And promised when I was absent,
Their feelings are with my family.
My life was empty,
And died with empty hands.
Religion and traditions are,
Society worshipping them.
But never accepted me a human,
As human, I didn’t understand,
Whatsoever made this system?
It is only for living.
A human born for living, to enjoy
All free sources, as a human, who knows?
Insulted person has a better life.
After his death, in Heaven.
Copyright © Daljit Khankhana | Year Posted 2005
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