The Painful Desires of An Unborn Girl Child
O mother! if I were a flower bud
I’d bloom before the first
appearance of light
in the morning sky.
If I were a morning bird
I’d fly high before the hunter
wakes up.
If I were a snail
I’d hide myself into the shell, O mother!
before the stork bird pecks my soft body.
If I were my own creator
I’d cut off my hand immediately
Before the completion of the shape.
Oh, if I were Death myself
I’d never die for the
second time.
O mother! I want to taste the world.
I want to feel what I am.
O, let me live
Let me live, O mother!
Copyright © Ujjal Mandal | Year Posted 2020
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