Fake Life

You were a baby to me Now, you are swollen Like a pumpkin. I had fed You with milk from my Mom's breasts and you Held my finger with your Soft grip. As if not going To free it ever. Sometimes, You muttered some words. I thought you were trying To take my name. It was Just a guess. You were not Mine. How could you take My name. You played with Me like adults did. To snatch Away my peace of mind. You should have known I belonged to no one. I Played the part of a joker With my face painted with Colors. I am a fake creation.