Nonetheless I'm a child
Ain't I?
As innocent and gregarious
As your kid
Whose only claim to legitimacy
stems from a wedlock
witnessed by hordes of influential socials
Come to think of it
ain't I as innocent as your child?
but moral upkeep
was seldom a forte of we
the hapless, lifeless rag pickers
I'm lucky
I love my mother
I'm happier
She too loves me
Holds me dear
dearer than her life,
honor and dignity
So what if she doesn't know
my father's name
does it matter?
should it matter?
Leave alone the name
She can't even recollect his face
He truly was a faceless man
nay he wasn't a man
he off-sprung from muck
lived in muck and became one himself
Nonetheless I'm a child
Ain't I?
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