An Unborn Child

I was born by two, half cells.
She went to the temple and rang the bell
Thanked Him for the new life, in her
Then continued her chores, cutting onions for supper

Inside her womb nice warm and cozy
I continued to grow quite redder a little rosy
Oblivious of her and my own presence
Oblivious of the future mischance

She visited the doctor, to keep me healthy inside
She ate healthy food, as within her I reside
She loved me before my birth
She felt me by touching her girth

A day came the doctor announced
“It’s a Pretty Girl” her heart happily jounced
I was happy to make her happy
Thought I, dad will be snappy

But alas the joy passed me by,
“We don’t need a girl, please let her die”
My dad spoke as I lark
He stopped the journey, before I could embark

She wept silently that night
She tried but lost the fight
Curled up alone in the bed
“Sorry my child” at last she said

Empty stomach, hollow inside
Went to the doctor, prepared for feticide
She kept crying waiting alone
Cursed herself for the seed she had sown

I love you and I know you love me too
Let me die, if I am a burden on you
Even if I am born, they’ll cut my wings
They’ll cage me with chores; they’ll not let me sing

The doctor gave her a medicine or two
Having them, her sadness grew.
She went to the temple, and prayed for me
For her girl, who she’ll never see....



If only we had taken care in the past, we could have boasted of the likes of Rani laxmi bai, Lata Mangeshkar, Saina Nehwal, Indira Gandhi, Prathiba Patil, Sushmita Sen and many more….

It’s still not that late.