The agony of an unborn girl-child in mother’s womb has been aptly described by Neelam, in a woman-centric poem, exclusively for Different Truths.

Mom, so secured was I in your womb;
My life inside you were a real miracle!
My tiny feet swam in glee; my little hands cuddled you merrily;
My toothless mouth would often giggle and cackle!

Mom, so happy was I in your womb;
But, one day, some quivering clatters I could hear –
I heard someone scream and roar, “I don’t want daughters anymore!”
I sobbed as I listened to your helpless tears…

Mom, how could I smile in your womb
When I had understood that being a daughter was so bad?
My little eyes cried, and heart yelled; something in me had already failed
Alas, I realised that I would soon be dead!

Mom, although I shall no longer dwell in your womb,
Your warmth and affection I shall surely miss….
To you, I shall not lie; I had not expected to die:
But fate had in store for me this deathly kiss!

Mom, so happy I am to have been a part of your womb,
Although the togetherness was destined as a short boon!
As death pounces and approaches near, I bid you a tearful adieu mom dear,
May a hundred sons be born to you soon!

©Neelam Saxena Chandra

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