The unborn
The little unborn was in the foetus ,of one and a half month,
The mother almost bloomed like a lotus.
She realized her motherhood for the second time,
When her first child was on the threshold to reach nine.
All, including her first child, were on a high
As if dey were about to reach the sky.
It was achieved with lot of prayers and blessings.
But there was a person turned off and the mother cursing.
He was none other than the child’s father,
They kept the debate on, with each other.
His will was “abortion”,
Seems, he was not prepared for the revolution.
Tears kept flowing her cheeks, for quite a long
But he kept his statement firm.
She could hear a voice from her womb, all the time
“Mom, please let me see the world, dont let me resign”.
Alas, a day came when the fight was over
Her fate had always played on her
She was finally taken to the doctor, to give up the unborn,
Within few hours, everything got over,
She was left with her heart torn.
She weeped, she cried,
For her little child,
Whom she herself burried.
She had to accept her husband’s decision.
As still India is a male dominant country.
Or may be it was his period of recession.