Ensconced in a
ruthless womb
thrown out
with disgust,
she became a mauled
disfigured ball of gore 
her tiny body
wrapped in a ruddy shroud
got mingled with the rot of the world
 
If she had stayed on
for the full term
as intended by Nature,
she would have seen
the light of the world
she would have smiled
The most cherished
baby smiles,
she would have prattled
The most loveable baby words
she would have
played with a rightful abandon
chasing the butterflies,
peering into the nest of fledglings,
filling dance in her steps…
 
But
the very breath that whispered
in sweet ‘lubdubs’
sternly pronounced
her death sentence
to die a breathless death,
 
The doorway to life got closed
Her tale remained untold..
the manuscript was torn..
but a  requiem to her was worded
without any qualms…
 
"God, bless my mother
to bear  only sons
lest she turns a
murderer again"
cries her anguished soul…
 
(In the vicinity of a private hospital in Patiala district, a 30-ft-deep well yielded 50 dead foetuses, all female -This poem is a tearful tribute to the girl-babies gone..)