Glowing blush was her pretty face,
Ornate with a smile so dear,
Delight was the baby bump on her,
Her bundle of joy,her world,her pursuit of happiness,
“You’ll be here,in my arms dear,wait a few more months”smiled she.
Tired her,the morning sickness;
Painful were her walks,
Peremptory were her sleep and hunger.
Never fulfilled they were,yet she remained calm.
“If its for you,I can take anything dear” caressed she.
Heartbeat resonated,a life inside life;
Miracle blinded her beliefs.
Permeated her happiness throughout.
But the doctors had a scan done.
“please be a boy” cried she.
Fumed and fatuous were her family,over the reports
Never wanted they,a girl child;
Yet wanted a girl to deliver a boy,
Strapped she was,on a stretcher,her screams unheard
“It’s my daughter,let her live” begged she to the learned lot.
Remorseful she was,hating her very existence
Tangled with the society norms;
Hid herself,cornered in the dark abyss of her heart,
Tears never rolled,she never smiled..again
“You are dead my child,so am I……”