The child in me...

This child has to die!

This child that speaks up what is truth

This child that believes all that it hears 

This child that trusts blindly

This child that sees the world with its innocent views

This child who believes that 

Hands once held, have to be held unconditionally for always

This child that thinks that shoulds are to tap on to support

And not to climb up on others

This child which openly supports what is right

And openly opposes what is wrong

This child that gets upset 

When evil winds and goodness has to bow down

This child that feels so helpless and alone 

Because of its unbiased opinion on things

This child that cries out of the misery 

Which being honest, with itself brings...

No! Hold on!!!

Don't kill this child

Aah! Please stop dont kill this child 

Its painful! Have mercy!

Don't kill this child

I will die, please don't!

Don't kill this child...

Twenty three years now,

I have grown with this child in me

This child has imbibed 

like air in me

This child is my identity

This child is truly me!

It doesn't deserve a place here, I know

But it deserves its place in me.

Leave her now and I promise

I will cut down all its plays 

I will keep her hidden and ensure

It stays hidden always

This child deserves to be living 

Because it should not be punished for other's fault

This child, but should learn now

When to lay covered and where to pop out

This child will live

And be an indifferent part of me 

I promise now this child will surly learn

To show up only at places where it should be!

||Sshree||