The Black Born

By Parnika Garg

The mirror is lying broken in pieces,

And her tranquil has been left to traces.

Her mind is drunk in all worldly talks,

She is wondering why that boy had thrown the chalk.

She has often heard the class mock,

And is still trying to recover from all those shocks.

Being a girl of nine,

She also had a million dreams to shine.

But life turns like winters frost,

With all her passions somewhere lost.

Her eyes are full of a tears,

With every smile reflecting her fear,

Her dreams have started to fade,

She is looking to hide in a mother shade.

Desperately waiting to ask her mom,

Why only she was black born ?

By Parnika Garg