My Mourn

What is possible? You don’t know, my family isn’t so liberal. Religion has matter for us, doesn’t matter woman is ever feeble. Although God is one, we all are brother and sisters as I believe, Whom do I felicitate? Why is forgiveness and mercy scribble? My Caste is scurrile for me and my family lived with degrading, Nobody delivered me delectation but I was grown up in trouble. Pain and misprisal is a part of our life dejection enjoyed delectation, I depart my home only to hide defame for my children’s reflectible. You shouldn’t understand me why is appreciation pride for us? Honesty and trust is mourned for me and love isn’t a festival.