Maa calls it with love
 Baba calls it with pride
 Siblings with affection
 
I search for it
when the final results are announced
when any selection list is out

I blush 
when his voice embraces it
when his heart remembers it


But then one mistake
& everything is at  stake
the world hisses at me like a snake

the society  tears it apart
from the end to the start
like auctioning an item at the mart

I oppose
I refuse
I object

I might not be quite well-known
but my mistakes are my own
my name is my identity, not just an entry in your phone

P.S.

1. This post is a part of Blogchatter A2Z Challenge 2026.
2. April is called National Poetry Month. So I have taken up the #NaPoWriMo challenge & will be posting a poem daily this month. Hope you all enjoy reading them.
3. To read all the posts of A2Z, click on the letters below

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Love,
Chinmayee