Why was I born?
by Blany Ashwin Francis Rosario
I have no dad neither any mom;
But one damn question why was I born?
Fighting a losing battle all the way.
There is a sad saga for me to say
Chained to the bed for a fortnight..
Let me not give up, without a fight..
Can’t help it, destiny is not with me
My end is near, I have got to flee
Dad was the source,he had the germ
Gave it to my mom,clear and warm..
Pity on my mom,she was foxed in love
Love you dear mom,I give you a bow..
He doubted my mom,stabbed her wild
Do remember her eyes,so gentle and mild..
Law of Karma acted upon my dad.
The germ killed him and made me glad
I have it in me,I have the deadly AIDS
Weak I have become,counting my days
I don’t know why me? And whom to blame
Ill-luck,destiny,stars and fate all in one name...
I look into the zenith,I see it coming to me..
The silhouette of an eagle,to lift me unto thee...
Be prepared God,you have some questions here
If you can’t answer me,do shed for me a tear.....