I'm in front of my Mirror,
Just asking it, "Who you are?"
No reply's coming from there,
Just copying me what it hear.
I'm again asking, "Why don't you talk to me?
Like them, do you also want to be?"

On my legs, there're just a few plasters,
They throw weird looks at me while I walk using my crutches.

Many times, I tried to talk with them,
But each time they act like they don't even want to touch me, rather said, "How unfortunate you are, Shame!"

Yesterday, to book a ticket for watching a cricket match, I just stood in a queue normally,
But they suddenly pushed me away from that queue & started laughing at me satirically.
They broke my support ,one of my crutches ,
If I remember correctly, I also heard someone saying,"Oh, I see, nowadays even crippled people come to watch matches".
I was already fallen helplessly on the ground,
My teary eyes were looking around
Just to find someone coming towards me,
But I think everyone there was trying to be cruel as much as it can be .

Well, now, I just want to say only one thing,
"I'm not the unfortunate one,
You all are real unfortunates as fake human.
I won't complain to anyone about you,
Coz, I know, here's The Only One above
Who's watching over your all deeds & you."

After listening The Whole Story,
The dimmed glass of the Mirror is still in Silence.

----𝑤𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑛 𝑏𝑦 𝑚𝑖𝑟𝑎𝑛𝑎

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