Eunuch

When I was born,
I did smile back,
To my weeping parents,
And somehow they just didn't smile back,
Perhaps I was unwanted,
Or maybe the time was wrong,
All my life I thought of that day,
How could life best day become horror for my parents?
I still think,
'Why didn't they smile back?'

I was then on abandoned,
Into a group of unknown faces,
I was left to go,
A half bosom lady tucked my towel,
And my mother just cried away,
Helplessly giving up,
While my father hugged her tight,
And gave strength to her helpless weakness,
I often think of who it was,
Who was helpless ?
I still think,
'Why didn't they stop them?'

So I am Eunuch they say,
I didn't know unless,
I had to beg for the reason itself,
And I was forced beyond my wishes,
To beg for something that I felt very natural,
So it was the first time I came to know,
Not being in 98% population made you strange and beg....
I still think,
'Was it that bad, that they couldn't smile ?'
'Was it that bad that they couldn't afford my ridicule ?'

It was not god who I blame,
Neither is it the society,
Not even my parents who brought me to this world,
And abandoned me,
But 'the thought that we are strange and not special'
Why are we judged from an organ
Which comes into importance in later life?
Why are we made to stay isolated,
When we don't spread anything like aids?
Are we less lovable,
Or our hearts less red?
Are we but not a gift of god,
Some of you can't take...........

Have you too thought like this?
Have you paid some of us because of sympathy,
Thank you for your help,
But we are cripples just because you so think....

-#BeingJudgementalOnEunuch