Your Forehead Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

Your forehead

Never question mom really
She will not speak even orally
What went wrong with her?
And how badly she faced world altogether!

You were brought to this world
For not to be told
That you were unwanted
And your birth was ill fated

You were our dream baby
It had blessings from an almighty
No one ditched you in garbage
It was simple miscalculation of an age

We were to be killed
Or sometimes jailed
For bearing baby out of ignorance
In our clan, we were to be beheaded for romance

So thank god
You are alive to board
Any carrier you like
Just be god boy and strike

So many questions remain unanswered
It may not help even if earnestly answered
Your name is there on your forehead
Be doctor, scientist or teacher to lead