Being Born


Been away from the siblings
a long time as in fact feel
I was born alone.

Whenever I see them
it being rare, look at them
as strangers. Unfamiliar.

I have turned dispassionate
cause of varied reasons, an
elaboration becomes a repetition.

I am unable to gesture
a nod or a smile
turn impossible.

Not one of regret, anyhow
I place myself among
friends who love me.

Find hard to relate to them
anymore, wish not to have
been born in the family.

Birth is not my choice
I know fully well,
being a destiny.

The renunciation is
one of anguish
and angst.

Thoughts crowd
having been born
and having to die.

The end as I foresee
will be one of
bliss .

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