Have a look on a first attempt of mine.. and share ur views..

Being! Is it?

Favourite!! No, she’s not
neither a friend’s, nor the family’s

Jus’ a spot

On all the lilies

Playful ‘n’ smiling

Words that defined her

Vanished to roots

As people had refined her

Was loved and she loved

But then was made to cry

She continued to love

Then again failed her try

Came shadow making her go blind

Time ‘n’ again it was outshined

Bore agony as she could

But Light again seemed to dine

She now grew harsh

Though love was amass

Words had turned rude

As a gal raped, made nude

Mother! O mother! Called she

Wishing to share dismay ‘n’ glee

But nothing was what, she got to hear

As mother of hers was too busy

Then came across her brains

Were her siblings’ blames

And love and laughter

And childhood failures and gains

She summoned her ‘sis’

Who asked, ‘Don’t piss’

She gave ‘bro’ a kiss

He shouted, ‘What’s this?’

Father! O my heavenly Father!

Then she yelled

Heard again was ‘nothing’

With tears then, her eyes were filled

Was love what all she sifted

But pain what was gifted

Attempts to lovingly accept the same

But confidence had been lifted…