I came in this world
Silently
Nobody clapped
No one distributed sweet
It does not matter
But I will have an impressive exit
You all will remember me
Till the last day of your life.
Are you thinking
I will impress you through my face?
My body, my figure?
No, I am not
My face not able to touch you
And your heart
I am a poor girl child of rural India
neglected everywhere
My humanity will touch you
My work, my service, my personality
will touch you one day.
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