Me!

When l was born The doctors said l should have company And they warned my mother to neither leave me alone Nor with somebody. When I was 3 months old l was attacked by a strange disease And no one came out bold To say l would heal with ease Rather they claimed that l was on my trek to heaven. 4 months l clocked, 5 months down the road "She will definitely live" doctor said With a smile so cold And the gait in mother's reply was faith. 12 months l conquered Lifted my tongue and pushed my first word Whose impact was so conspicuous -to everyone As well as prepared my naive version to face this world. When l was 36 months listened to a saddening story Hence driving me slowly lnto preaching against the wavering wrath To recruit kindness back to your hearts -so downly. 120 months - sealed my mouth tight And never again dared to open my mouth To preach against the wavering wrath And obviously- became unwordy because you constantly showed me l wasn't worthy.