A tale of countless tales

This is a tale of countless tales,

Living humans’ rotten dells.
Today a dustbin produced a girl,
Left her alone, to fight the world.
When, she, a desolate child,
Went, insensate weeping wild;

World was full, she not to get
Everywhere empty was her fate.
Yet, life gave her puberty and teens
With bulge breast, she lived after means.
Hardly a day passed, she not molested
Lustrous eyes craved her body and get tested.
Cruel time, one day, made her lady,
World around her, grew more greedy.
Where to go, where’s her choice,
Bemused life, consumed voice.
When people asked, about her birth,
Total confused, how came to earth.
Deserted life, nothing to tell,
God only gave her, that living-cell.
Her mother’s womb, that garbage drum
Taught, not crying may groan and hum.
When country enjoys Republic day,
She, in her world, happy and gay.
Forget to regret, she had learned,

Loathes of realities, life had earned.
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