What if I was not born

If me not just dropping from the sky ,
And get stuck in a company of spy.
The whole day gawk on a hawk or a flock ,
By sitting on those vapours in the sky ,
Which seem to be solid but are not .
And snub off to club ,
Cause after all I am a neonate ,
a teeny - weeny winsome tot .
But now when i have splashed down truimphly ,
humping my liabilities ,
And tagging along the world ,
I am forsooth feeling like a dog with two tails !!

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