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A mother looks at raising a son who will become a man with the right values, while hiding from him the truth of his birth to protect him.
He has my eyes Almond-shaped and blue, And a smile so soft Like the morning dew.
He holds my finger With a trust so deep, A miracle so divine My love would reap.
He is my son Yes my very own, The last promise That I’d never be alone.
He points to the stars, With an innocent smile “My Daddy’s up there!” I play along my wile.
Half mine and half yours, The father he never saw It’s been long since you left But the pain is still raw.
The emptiness of you gone, Haunted me for days. Until he came to my life Rescued with his embrace.
That night was enchanting Your love seemed so pure, I was uninhibited yet coy Mesmerized in your allure.
Was this my destiny, Or a willful choice? I ask myself time and again When I hear his cheery voice.
He thinks you are with God, I protect him with all my might. The truth is harsh and cruel Still shivers me with fright.
For you are in this very world Alive and aware An old flame is all I am to you, Not worth your care.
They say time heals all pain But time is eternity Days and nights of sorrow, A struggle for serenity.
The void you have created Consumes my heart in its prime. But I choose to forgive you For the sake of this lifetime.
I could argue with God That life has been unfair But the joy that he brings me, Makes my heart repair.
To make him a good man, Is all I live for any more. May he never be the reason For another woman’s sore.
Published earlier here.
Image source: mother and son by Shutterstock.
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UP Boards Topper Prachi Nigam was trolled on social media for her facial hair; our obsession with appearance is harsh on young minds.
Prachi Nigam’s photo has been doing the rounds on social media for the right reasons. Well, scratch that- I wish the above statement were true. This 15-year-old girl should ideally be revelling in her spectacular achievement of scoring a whopping 98.05% and topping her tenth-grade boards. But oddly enough, along with her marks, it’s something else that garners more attention – her facial hair.
While the trolls are driving themselves giddy by mocking this girl who hasn’t even completed her school yet, the ones who are taking her side are going one step ahead – they are sharing her photoshopped pictures, sans the facial hair, looking nothing less than a celebrity with captions saying – “Prachi Nigam, ten years later”.
Doctors have already diagnosed her with PCOD in their comments, based on photographic evidence. While we have names for people shamed for their weight – body shaming, for their skin colour- racism, for their age- age shaming, for being a female- sexism, this category of shaming where one faces criticism for their appearance has no name. With that, it also has zero shame attached to it.
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