A biological complication or a lady's fault,
The later for sure- by default,

The womb cannot house the little one,
So she lies cold at the corner- supported by none,

It is not always her body's error,
Still society's pressure induces terror,

IVF, surrogacy and what not people did opine,
Little did they think about the load breaking her spine,

Sunken heart and barren womb- she had seen only curse,
She became that unwanted being drifting away to see the worse,

Blood relation, progeny and oldage stick everyone granted,
A mere child to nurture was what she actually wanted,

At this dingy den of her life she was left in solitude,
A skinny, addressless little girl from the cold streets was welcomed with gratitude,

She could not become a biological mother, that's right!
But definitely she was the fairy god mother!









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