Hijacked Identity
I will never know why, a baby of four months,
I was left abandoned, trampled in dirt.
At the mercy of adoption.
To fill the void of ache of a childless couple.
Clueless of the abysmal despair of my mother
I still track my genes....
Did you rock me back and forth...
before I fell asleep.... in doorstep of that police station?
I crave for that last helpless kiss you gave me.
Love.. is it really stronger than blood...?
Then why a sting slaps me every moment of my life?
Why ridicule of rejection boils in cauldron of my mind?
This vast house is full of strangers.
I fantasy you, my mom, in empty pictures hanging in air....
Your eyes must be brown like mine,
the same looks.. someone.. somewhere lies obscured.
my father? elder brother? little sister.?..
My identity hijacked....Who got the ransom?
Only a lonely tattoo mocks me.......
I have to be grateful for a love that forever hurts.
Date Written : 13th February 2019
Submitted to John Hamilton's Best Free Verse contest
Placed First in Brian Strand's Feb wk 3 contest
Placed 5th in best new poem of the month in blog
Placed 6th in Marc Tony Marathon mile 19 contest
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