The Unborn

(story in caption)

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I'll be killed,
Because you came first.

Dear elder sister,
Am I really a curse?

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Am I grateful to you mom?

For letting me born and grow within you,
For carrying me facing odds of these months,
Ignoring the past and your previous choices.

And now when the time is here,
To have me before you, from your belly,
should I thank you?

Should I thank you for this care you gave me,
Just because i am not  like those lives,
emerged within you and then got killed !

I am a boy, so you are letting me born !
I came across the hopes of my unborn sisters;
their presence is there, within your nerves mumma.

They wanted you to accept them,
They believed that you will,
but you stood with them,
kept your unforgivable silence.

Now should I be thankful?

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It was 'HIS' idea, not to give birth to 'HER'
But
She was Blamed

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I write to feel the pain of unseen wounds
I write to feel the happiness of unfelt joy
I write to feel the anxiety of unborn
I write to feel the fear of death

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// Aborted

Tiny feet
Little fingers;
Run away from me
Scared
Bared.
I search for them
In my tear drops
I loose my grip
I lose my grip.
I hold, they fall.

(Continued in caption)

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आज भी वो यह ही सोच के रोति है..
लडकी के रूप में पत्नी तो बन गयी,
पर
एक लडकी की माँ न बन पाई

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Before death she prayed for life..
But,
Society killed the unborn...

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I don't know how I look,
Or how to crawl or walk,
Denied chances to learn,
Died even before I born..

Even I too had some dreams,
To crawl, to stand, to walk,
To cry, to smile, to talk,
To live and love you both..

The two tiny feet of mine,
Would have kept stepping,
With two tiny fist of mine,
Wrapped around your fingers..

But, I know I'm the unborn,
Not having a face or a name,
Not even a baby of you two,
Still, I too had some dreams..

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