Tears rolled down the cheeks,
Hey its a girl child,
The frowns of relatives were quite obvious
as they lament their faces
With the coy smile,
The angel was brought to the cradle,
the cradle too was wavy to accept the baby,
No one experienced the angelic touch but the creator,
the mother in her womb and around the bed,
Her happiness had no bound
but she was defiant by the nod
of the people around,
Her (Girl child) acceptance is not so welcome
but her beauty is the thirst of millions,
She grows to be a daughter, a sister,
a wife and a mother.
All roles played perfectly to configure,
the family and the life around.
Meanwhile, she pauses to see her,
silhouette against her dimming personality,
The contours of society with its,
unacceptance has made her shrink,
Leaving behind the personage of origin of life,
Unknowingly to end mankind
and ablaze humanism.
Geeta.S.Upase.
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