Let's send her to
A wealthy house
Struggle would be
To keep a balanced mind
When you have
plush bank accounts
Struggle,you go along
Let's send her to
A pauper's home
Struggle would be
To find two days meal
But give her a loving family indeed
Struggle, you go along
Let's send her to
a common working class fam
Struggle would be
To come out of mediocrity
But give her lots of helpful hands
Struggle, you go along
Let's send her to
a priest's house
Struggle would be
To find sense of self,
out of doubt
When already so much
is imposed upon
But give her
a beautiful face, spot on
Struggle, you go along
Let's send her to
a single parent's house
Struggle would be to
Come out of limited beliefs
Of how her future would
come to be
But give her confidence,
great enthusiasm, and zeal
Struggle, you go along
Each time struggle chooses
A different outfit
As you see
According to the person who is
Going to embody her, with to be
That outfit when removed
is the same hue
Same linked humanity
same feet to walk over dew.
[Above was the fictitious conversation between
The universe maker and his intermediary , while deciding where the new born is sent. Maybe this is real in a parallel universe. Who knows?: p
The relation between each profession is just one probable case out of billions.]
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