My voice muted before I make my first cry.
I never seen light,
It's all gone
I meant to came up at least
At the end of waiting for ten long month.
In warm safety of her womb,
But no.
I heard you all,
All cars, market , passerbys..
I heard voices, man and woman; to me make no sense.
I heard ,you saying-
'Go get dressed '
'No' said she,
'I am not going to end it her off'
Her bold voice rung. But alas,
There's been tassel, ragged breath,
Broken glasses and a sharp crack,
And she went lemp and fall,
So do I.
The sweeten earth never heard
My first cry. ...
(I know I do wrote rabish , . Well as a girl it's my protest against girl child abortion in Western Asia and Africa and Indian subcontinent.( It's really a curse) , as well as violence against woman, to give birth of a girl is not a woman's folt and a girl child is not a curse to society. It's Patriarchal society made us look this way, for a mother it takes equal effort to bring up a girl or a boy child and both are equally important for stability of the race (mankind) yet girl child abortion is a hard reality even governments falling to end the curse.we must change our thinking if we ever want prosperity)
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My heart's content
Poesíaa short collection of my feelings in prosaic verse. type -subjective tone- mostly elegiac form and rhythm- free verse with no specific rhythm , experimental Short story, Essay, and letters.
