YOU YOU SHOULDN'T BE DIE AS A DESTITUTE

Who the Angel of heaven you are? Wingless and clueless
Thy presence here as an intruder, doesn't matter anymore
Indeed thou are owing to the utmost value of mother womb
As the uncertain mother also failed to heal the love wound
Even she had no time to know the sex of that child, left behind
Before throwing thee, abandoned into the drain womb, to die?
Unless to play the cruel hide and seek game with thy, rest of life?
For the sake of community, prosperity and dignity of own self
And to deal with the secret identity to live a second life
An another life amazing, thou less, a hidden truth less for ever
So here you came baby to bear the pain for thy mother's sin
And the coincident made you just like an alien in this fatherland
And now thee and the drain could remember each other?
Both are so alone and so neddy in search of a good companion
To alive here unknown from far beyond their mother's sight
To forget the origin of their life of resurrection, predefined?
So the drain cooled the baby,  almost died with mother's affection
On  the bed of her cold mud and water to payback her life, precious
The ants were running over her naked body to raise her sense
And biting her gently to bring out her cry for someone else awareness
Where those heavenly ants now, thou still remember their sacrifice?
For a newborn, parent less and so unfortunate like Sita of Ramayana?
The great drain must remember the memorable day of 18th May -
As the Second -birth Day or the Rescue Day of an orphanage girl alive.
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