A Child — Once Abandoned, Then Adopted
I wake up to some kisses and hugs,
But these kisses and hugs are unfamiliar to me.
The hugs are often warm, yet they make me feel cold.
The kisses are often loud, yet they leave me silent.
I receive love in abundance and care like a newborn.
But every touch of love leaves a mark on me.
It leaves me confused, surprised, and questioning my existence.
Why wasn’t I this special to the world before—
The way I am now?
Am I still?
Or is this just a glimpse into illusion—
Something changing with time... isn't that what illusion is?
~ Aastha’s Poetic Pen
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