identity
Poetry
Word-e-scape
Life ain't a bed of roses for all,
As thorns lay sharp for some.
So was it for this little one,
Who was confused with his identity.
To the world he was a 'HE',
To himself, he was a...
Poetry
Was it My Fault?
Oh! Mother mine, was it my fault?
That I was born on your lap?
Or is there something more to it?
Don't I deserve to live a life,
With an identity and dignity?
I saw dad fighting all through,
Oh!...