Cry of my empty womb

Of flesh and blood,

I write this story,

Untidy, unstrung chords,

Unforgotten lullaby lost,

Crippled cradle cries,

Knitted socks unwind,

To cuddle, to dandle,

A broken toy lies,

As plaits and red ribbons,

Traverse a torturous journey,

Might, mightier, mightiest wins,

Her first breathe incomplete,

Her last cry unheard,

As an un-satisfied family

and a helpless mother,

Stand to witness,

my daughter's brutal murder,

Filled with guilt and pain,

All I have is your wondrous nine months

and now shame,

No flesh, no blood in me remains,

Only your carcass;

And my empty womb laments.

{Even today somewhere in some clumsy corner someone will be forcibly aborting a girl child, mercilessly. To all of them I request, please STOP ! I would not be writing this today if I wasn't lucky enough to be born to my parents. So please try to be lucky for your child whether boy or girl.}

This poem is published in the Fox Chase Review Summer 2014 edition.
(http://www.thefoxchasereview.org/poetry.html)

This poem also features in The Fox Chase Review nominations for Best of the Net 2014. http://foxchasereview.wordpress.com/2014/09/28/our-nominations-for-best-of-the-net/

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