Poetry

1. WAS IT HIS FAULT ?
Was it his fault; that he was born horrendously blind; witnessing nothing but
remorsefully crippling darkness; since the very first cry of innocuous birth ?
Was it his fault; that he was born gruesomely maimed; deplorably staggering into a
valley of insipid nothingness; never able to confront the Sun face-on ?
Was it his fault; that he was born preposterously deaf; unknowingly smiling towards
the graveyards of extinction; while his tortured kin shouted their voices hoarse; for
instantaneous help ?
Was it his fault; that he was born with abhorrent mental disorders; remaining as
stoical as a decaying leaf; even though the planet abreast him unfurled into an
unfathomable entrenchment of panoramically blissful newness ?
Was it his fault; that he was born disdainfully dumb; not able to express even the
most poignantly fulminating of his desires; as unsurpassable rivers of priceless blood
rolled down his nimble cheeks ?
Was it his fault; that he was born treacherously orphaned; with the most fantastic
days of his childhood being evolved in the realms of the fetidly threadbare dustbin;
while children of his age floated through castles of celestial honey ?
Was it his fault; that he was born ludicrously jointed at the skull with his twin brother;
with every minute of resplendent life feeling more lecherously sordid than the coffins
of death; as he winced every moment in agonizingly traumatized pain ?
Was it his fault; that he was born with disastrously proliferating tumor in his head; an
untamed volcano of misery that kept augmenting more thunderously than white
lightening in sky; even as toddlers of his age relentlessly embraced the clouds of
uncontrollable euphoria ?
Was it his fault; that he was born in the gutters of abominable poverty; with all that
he ever got to devour being infinitesimal left overs of bread; that the dogs of the rich
had abysmally abandoned?
Was it his fault; that he was born to a bawdily adulterated father; who fed him
insurmountable waterfalls of venomous wine; everytime that he demanded for
immaculately sacrosanct milk ?
Was it his fault; that he was born ridiculously stammering; pathetically stuttering at
each word he attempted to speak; while others of his age; melodiously blended with
all spell-bindingly enchanting rhyme ?

2. Was it his fault; that the was born worthlessly lynched; being enshrouded by a ghastly
incapability of not procreating his progeny; while the planet astoundingly culminated
into a boundless shades of colors outside ?
Was it his fault; that he was born inconspicuously midget; mushrooming into only
size of a pea at adulthood; while infinite of his compatriots stood as tall as the
invincible mountain chimes ?
Was it his fault; that he was born as black as feckless charcoal; with even the most
flamboyantly scintillating mirrors; gorily shattering into invisible ash; at even the most
capricious of his reflection ?
Was it his fault; that he was born with the voice of cacophonic crow; with even the
most tenaciously Herculean of entities preferring to die; rather than listen to the tunes
which emanated form his incongruous throat ?
Was it his fault; that he was born dolorously hunchbacked; assiduously struggling
with the weight of his lackadaisically doubled body; while even the criminally blood
sucking vultures had been endowed a right to uninhibitedly fly in the fathomless sky ?
O! Yes; But it was certainly his fault to be born amidst you all; because you were the
ones who made him tirelessly realize that he was brutally deprived; although you
possessed all of the above;
You were the ones who not only languished in the aisles of catigatingly castrated
malice; who not only cribbed and cried even after being gifted with such a
wonderful birth; who not only jeered at the inevitabilities of mesmerizing creation;
but sardonically ensured that there cropped countless more of his kind.