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The Cursed one






 They told “ She has some problems “

They said “She is not good enough “

They pointed at her “ That lady is different “

They added “ She is not anymore capable “


She is not a complete women,

 useless 

  waste,

 helpless, 

  unhealthy.


And they kept her in a corner of the house, then in a kitchen as cleaner and finally she had to leave because they found a new person with some new magical powers which they said she never had...🙁


Unfortunately, she had to go back...

No one heard her inner cry...

No one understood what she went through..

Nobody cared what she wanted to tell..

Nobody bothered even to look at her side...😢


All they knew was just a word “ she has some really bad problem” and they told her to go home when they got a replacement...!!

 

And she lived a life of a cursed angel ... and she dies as a unread- unopened BOOK 📚.


I want to tell THEM - you were completely wrong, 

you were utterly ruthless, 

you were ridiculous

you are answerable - all of you who ever told she was a problem.... 


Look at me... look at me...


She was not the problem... HE had problems than her...


HE had a lot more problems than she had... but still you all threw her dreams away.. 


You all are answerable...


may be not here... 

may be not to me...

may be not even to GOD..


But 


You all are answerable to HER....😢

And she must be waiting....














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