Dedicated to meranaammanishikah
What is my fault mother ,
That the only punishment is death .
How much I wanted to live with u ,
Mother ,I want to see the world and breathe.
The unborn , who was not yet born ,
Was all set to be killed .
But as long as her mother is alive ,
She will become her shield.
The day her father came to know about her presence,
He decided to kill her ,
Just because she was a girl.
How much cruel this world is ,
She herself knew this.
She wanted to see the world,
But her own father didn't wanted to see her .
Those were the last moments of her life ,
And she lived those moment in her womb .
Her mother waited for her from the last 3 months ,
It might not be a long time for you ,
But for her each moment was a century .
Did she loved her child for this day ?
But she couldn't save her.
Above all this she was happy for at least one thing,
That her daughter will not die alone,
She would always be with her , together!
For the last time she felt her presence in her ,
As a neverending blanket of darkness took control over her senses ,
and she closed her eyes forever .
Nikita
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