The Biased Verdict

Mom and dad had a seven year old son,

As a girl child being born i was the second one,

My fate was decided on the day i had come,

For others had their voice but i had none.

My fate gave me a weird start,

With my family i had to part,

They sold me for few hundred shrilling,

Which they used to pay their billing.

In the walk of life i was isolated,

Spent my youth in search of  happiness negated,

My life was ruined and a lot more had to come,

For others had their voice but i had none.

I married a man unfortunately wrong one,

Who parted from me  in the years to come,

All i was left with was a daughter and a son,

Others still had their voice but i had none.

Squall emerged into my life as a mournful song,

 fate did to me every wrong,

My children who used to walk along,

Also left me alone for the all years long.

I asked for bucks from door to door,

As in my old age i could not work anymore,

Still i didn't complain for the torn clothes i wore,

For i had no voice to make a roar.

Now silent are the days and muted are the nights,

My fate has snatched away all my rights,

Knowing that i would grudge, God made me dumb,

Here i quit for "the biased verdict" has been done.