Girl Feticide and Us.

A lovely little girl,

Just out of her mother’s womb

A tiny soul,

With half-open, half-closed eyelids,

Tiny pink lips like rose petals.

An angelic smile on the face,

That cute little girl with the pink face,

Raising her tiny palms,

With twinkling little eyes,

Looking at her mother

With so much anticipation

The two people of whom

That little girl was a part

They were in the gloom of deep despair.

The father could not hide 

The lines of fret on his forehead.

On the other side,

Mother was down-hearted,

Was saying to herself

She wished she had a son.

Here that lovely girl waiting

For her parent’s embrace,

Understood their pain

With her birth

Poor, voiceless little soul,

What should she do now?

Who should she ask to know

Where does her fault lie?

Even God should have at least

Thought before breathing life into her.

Once again, that little girl

And her tiny eyes

Now, she seemed to be 

Pleading for her life

And her hiccups stopped

Another innocent soul

Once again merged 

With infinity, to be born

Again, in the lap of another mother.

With a new hope-

Hope for love, hope for life

Hope for her safety,

Hope for her dignity,

Hope for everything 

That she deserves.

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