Pained and shamed, parents looked at her
an enormous burden, not their lovely daughter
Her brothers were fed milk and cream
she tasted them daily,but in her dreams
Boys were sent to school with uniforms and books
she stayed back, scrubbing and cleaning dirty nooks
Still a child,they hastily arranged her marriage
too anxious to relieve themselves of the baggage
She weaved her new life with patience
head hung low always in obedience
Soon she learnt she was pregnant
‘Baby’ the word felt warm and fragrant
Dreams of the baby filled her nights
already hugging it in her arms tight
Showered with unprecedented care and love
she couldn’t thank enough the heavens above
They took her to the clinic that ominous day
“It’s a girl”, she heard the doctor shamefully say
An acrid potion was forced brutally down her throat
Female feticide is still rampant in lands remote