A poem on foeticide. Please read and share.
Note: Some of you might find this disturbing/depressing. But I had this poem in my mind since a long time. This issue has always been close to my heart. I had a tough time writing it, as this wasn’t an easy issue to deal with. Hope all of you feel as strongly about this issue as I do, and join hands to do something to change it.
This is the voice of all those girls who didn’t get a chance to speak. This is for all those little girls.
I can hear you mommy
You sound excited, you are giggling
Can’t hear you clearly, but I know
That you are talking to me
Daddy comes too and you tell him something
He also talks to me
I, somehow, hear him more clearly
He says something about him waiting for me
You both look and sound really…
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