WHEN WOMBS TURN TOMBS - THE AUTOBIOGRAPHY OF A FOETUS

It was a tiny but a harsh spark of light

That woke me up from my sleep of countless nights.

It was then that I should have moved away from my mother’s womb,

But actually I woke up from my tomb.

“My tomb” may make you imagine many odd things

But the fact is I have ended my life much before I was a sibling.

Do you want to know why?

Then listen to my story of “How I had to die”.

It was the first day my mom came to know that I exist

I still remember her anxiety to inform every relation that persists

There was a grand celebration in the home in no time,

I met all the uncles and aunts, the main creators of the upcoming crime.

Everybody in the party wants a boy to be born

And I was wondering if I was a boy or a girl in form.

I never knew what it is to be a boy or a girl

However I can never look at myself in my complete curl.

I thought of asking my mother

But, we can only feel but never talk to each other.

It was not long that I got to save my anxiety

For, my mom underwent an ultra sound scan when I was six months only.

I was eager to know the result just as my parents

The doctor said something and my entire family grew pale in an instant.

Yes you are right, I am a GIRL

“A FAIR, GOOD LOOKING, BUT USELESS GIRL”.

My father was angry with my mother

As were everyone who gathered.

My uncle gave the idea of killing me

And to my surprise everyone who rejoiced my birth until then was in co ordinance with him.

I called my mom, pleaded my dad

But, no one heard me as they were very sad.

My mother was given a drug by the nurse

It acted on me as a never forgivable curse.

I was drowned into sleep from which I am not going to wake up in this birth

I was killed before the world knew my worth.

The Untold Stories