Today is mother's day. There are many unfortunate mothers in India, whose daughters are deprived of the right to live even before they are born and who themselves are deprived of the right and joy to hold their little bundles of joy in their arms if they are daughters. Unfortunately this practice of female foeticide is very common even amongst highly educated families in big cities.
This poem is dedicated to these unfortunate women.
A loud plaintive scream rent the air
The pain was much more than she could
bear
The life that within her had barely
begun
Was not one that could be called "my
son"
A daughter was growing inside her
A replica of herself as it were
This little angel she wished in her
arms to hold
On this idea hubby and in-laws were not
sold
Leave me alone, let my child be born
From begging and pleading she was
utterly worn
Her job though was only children to
bear
For her rights and opinions no one did
care
A hasty appointment with the doctor was
made
And so it was that on the table she was
laid
In a room where little babies were born
Her little angel from her womb was torn
But who did for her screams ever care
Her pain was her own, alone to bear
She could rant, rave, scream or yell
Her life was one unending hell
She was obliged to give the family an
heir
To fight for her rights, though, she
did not dare
Did she even know her rights
If she did, why was she in this plight
Why is it that a son who worships his
own mother
About the mother of his children does
not bother
Why is his mother who is a woman
To her daughter in law so inhuman
This is a lady who was also once born
A girl child who was not of her right
to live shorn
Where would this man be if she had been
killed instead
Has this thought even entered their
heads
The statistics are enough to scare
Girls as a population are growing ever
rare
Wake up you ignoramuses, you better
beware
Your race will be wiped out if you
don't care
Women wake up, fight for your rights
Tolerating injustice, taking it light
Is just as wrong as being unjust
Protect your daughters is something you
MUST.
beautiful. painful. real.
ReplyDeleteThanks a lot Adee. :-)
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