Mahvash A.M.U. Poet ABC

A Mistake

First day of my life 
And I was served with a knife; 
At that small age, what had I done 
It is true, the mistake was one; 

Yelps and cries all over the place 
As everyone was indulged in a race; 
Me lying on burning floor with an innocent face 
Floor really seemed like a burning furnace; 

A minute ago, everybody was flattered 
Glancing at me, their dreams shattered; 
I was covered with a cloth torn and tattered 
My back was burning but it hardly mattered; 

Yes I was a ‘she', that was my mistake 
My heart was transparent like a lake; 
My tear filled eyes were asking for help 
But nobody bothered my cry or yelp; 

A man stood up with anguish look 
A sharp and shiny knife then he took; 
Feminine hearts were beating so fast 
As they knew I would hardly last; 

Man with anguish looks was none 
He was my father only and one; 
Crowd present there was around a ton 
I was to be slayed and they had fun; 

My mother's lap was hungry for me 
Yes to pick me, to hug me, to kiss me; 
As she stepped little to save me 
My father has already started slaying me; 

One and a two and a three and a four 
The silence was bitter and sour; 
Suddenly a painful scream hit the floor 
And was finally killed with the stabs of four; 

Red was the color all over the place 
The second I was born I saw this race; 
People were empathetic towards this face 
But nobody was there to have a ‘she' craze; 

At last I died with the smile quiet well 
Because I was happy to leave such hell.

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