When I ws small, 
I asked my dad, 'why am I born? '
He said
With a kiss on my head
        
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        What are you to me.....
I don't know much
But the hands of my clock moves with respect to you
Ceaselessly....
        
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        In the sunrise, over the hilltop 
give me mindful of dreams n hand full of hopes, 
a view of tomorrow's evening or 
a celebration of decades together, you should tel me how we met and how we dated each other....
        
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        I feel naked
As the clothes on my body makes no sense anymore
As one day my bare body will be burned into ashes too
Just like you
        
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        I still remember
the left out corner of the bed
Where I crawled at night
when scared
        
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        No meteorite hit the earth today
And I am alive
I can breathe
What more reasons do I need
        
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                    Why Am I Born?
                    
                    When I ws small, 
I asked my dad, 'why am I born? '
He said
With a kiss on my head
'right now you are a lil angel, you will grow up as my princess, nd one day ull be queen of a king'
I believed it, i thought ……..he mean it
As I grow, my mother followed my each step
From how I talk….. to how I walk
How I behave…. to how I dress
But what for? ? ? 
Evrything was fine
Untill the time
I became, 
Don't know………. how and when
 belonging of the one
Whom I nvr had known
….before I cud understand, I cud shy
Or I cud shout or I cud cry
My clothes were torn
And down was I thrown………
My body ws naked, Raped nd revaged
As per his wish, he squizzed and scratched
Pain I felt, ws more due to  my sobbing heart than my bleeding  body……….
After few minutes, my soul, though struggled, but died
Now No more I cud shout, no more I cud cry
Some air was still flowing  inside my body 
Some blood still running in veins
But  rest………..nothing remained
I never asked again 
'why am I born'
'why am I born'