Innocent, helpless she was the angel who was only a few
years old,
The torture which she had to endure was cruel and cold.
Those eyes which should twinkle with mischief
Now they are closed under the wrap of disbelief.
Those small feet which should walk towards future
They juggled to release from the clutches of a monster
Neither she was wearing short dresses, nor she was smoking
and drinking,
Now it would be tough for society to blame her for
everything.
Keep killing her in the womb,
Not because she is a girl
but because we have no senses left to consider her equal
Sometimes, I feel I should be sad that I am childless
But then my brain says I should celebrate for being child-free,
which is fabulous
I don’t need to worry about the safety of my baby,
Neither I need to protect her from strangers nor her
own family.
We protest over masjids or temples,
But we forget to save our ‘creator’- women from troubles.
Keep killing her in the womb,
Not because you think men are superior clearly,
But because if she gets lucky and survives, she would die in
flames of dowry.
Keep killing her in the womb,
Not because you don’t respect her,
It’s just because one-time pain is better than living every
day in horror
