The Sour Curd

Memories started running wild
Body transformed to a child
Fearful, afraid, in its cocoon still
Unhappily working on others will

Speechless to every human around
‘Zero excuses, mistakes none to be found’
Responsible like an adult would sound
‘Yes’ carried a meaning profound

Religiously followed society rules
Never questioned, stood like fools
Always being compared to others  
Did silence bothered these butchers?

Killing dreams with vindictive words
The young carefully overheard
“Child is of no worth”
Teary eyes swallowed the sour curd

‘Depressing story about a child
Keeping everyone happy and tide
Every second child has to face this ride
Some overcame but some died’

©Kritika

Comparison kills a child. Don’t let society be the reason of  its downfall.