Poem: Birthday Month or a Curse!

[Unluckybolte]

Birthday Month or a Curse!

In the hot days September,
An unlucky day arose,
Bringing a little baby of fairness,
To the world of unfairness!
Was that a birthday Month,
Or a Curse
That doesn't let the baby breath
With the oxygen full of happiness!

People often name it my Birthday month!
How shall I tell them,
Birthday month's are special,
Full of joys and gifts,
Here, my birthday month has snatched me,
Of everything gladness i wished and worked for!
How could they call it my Birthday month?

The baby grew, seeing people!
Full of unfair solution to their follies,
And resulting worst for others!
Looking for fairness,
The baby is tall, the taller he is growing,
The wicked reality of of the world is shining!
It says, " you have authority, you have decisions"
"You have money, you have power"
"You have people, you have favors"
"If you are having nothing"
"Breath under their blessings, if they give or not"
"Just bear it!"

And people call it a blessing Month!
Should I call it a blessing ot a curse?
Absolutely, "A Curse" that has been given by people!