Stigma - Poem by Ajit Das
I was born with a tattoo -
the stigma of my birth
which I try to erase,
thinking it is skin deep.
But, to my horror,
I find it deeply scrawled.
The last effort to repay the price
for starting a new life fails;
my cursed organs don't sell
in hospitals or in black market.
* Story of one, socially inscribed
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