Dowry, drug addiction, and domestic violence rule
Female foeticide and female infanticide go cool.
Abortions, corruption, and gender inequality
Racism, human trafficking, casteism, and poverty
Food adulteration, wealth hoarding, consumerism, and greed
With many such evils, we, as a society, bleed.
Where are our good-bad consciences and consciousnesses?
Where are our ethically fit philanthropic choices?
Like a crack in the rail track, there's moral delinquency.
There's a slip of synchrony in the social symphony.
Virtues, like iron in saline waters, are eroded.
Human regulations seem to be, from somewhere, goaded.
Are our weak feet slipping from the edge of a worn-out cliff?
Do we, in our sailing, seek for each leg a single skiff?
Our link to each other, to shun anomie, should unite.
Though small, for the good of all, shouldn’t we bestow our mite?
Ritualism, retreatism, and rebellion should end.
Our knees, to compassion, temperance, and justice, should bend
Categories:
foeticide, humanity, life, society,
Form: Rhyme
Thousands foetus, swim strong and freely
The fortress, the womb well defended
On the spaceship of time one gets opportunity
It's 'She', let her breathe the world's scent
Wish to be in the world's arms, laps
Do not let.....
- Thursday, July 25, 2019 Chattogram
***poem on female foeticide***
Categories:
foeticide, girl, woman,
Form: I do not know?
Vaticanus, the natal deity
Had sown the star seed
And caused the vagitanus
Even the angels wept
With joy to hear her cry
He was charting out her destiny
Visualising his future posterity
Beaming on this beautiful earth
The babies, he mused smilingly,
First learnt to chant his name
Surely the animalistic shrieks heard now
Were from the dungeons of hell
He pushed aside the thick murky clouds
To see the sweet babe with a twisted neck
Loud wails of the mother to see her dead
Tore through the heavens waking up all gods
Out of peaceful slumber at their miscreation
Even the angels' cries thundered at the outrage
Of another demonic sexual carnage on a holy land
The heaps have been piling of female foeticide
And one more angel added to the celestial stars
(May 5, 2016
Judged on May 6, 2015 by John Lawless)
June 6, 2015
For Second Chance 2 by Eve Roper
*vagitanus is the first cry of a baby
Categories:
foeticide, angel, anger, baby, beautiful,
Form: Free verse
Agony of oppressed abused women,
Foeticide unjustified,
Teach respect, enforce law !
Kimo- 10/7/6
Written on 1/6/14
Sponsor - Amy green
Contest- let's try a little kimo
Categories:
foeticide, abuse, anger,
Form: Kimo
Impregnable fortress, my mother's womb,
Beyond all evil reach, no one can intrude,
Bundled with joy, I rocked and rolled !
Little to my conscious , did I know of the plot,
To kill me inside, even before my birth,
Just because they knew that I was a girl !
Small family norm, families you design,
Male dominance, a unilateral align,
Do you think female foeticide is no crime ?
Although I am no threat to a man's being,
Doused my ambitions, catered to his fragile ego,
Suppressed my desires, closed my thoughts !
I covered myself as if guilty of being a female,
Transformed myself into an art that fascinates,
Yet reave me of my right of being born ?
I will now equate myself, my dear mother,
Let me once breathe in the same air,
Tears in eyes, heavy heart, a muffled cry,
I will expand your world, procreator I am !!
Written on 18/5/14
' on menace of female foeticide prevalent in society'
Categories:
foeticide, desire,
Form: Free verse
Picking a lock you break
a bloodline. A stargazer
maps the astrological signs
and connects with the
moon in oviduct:
wriggling,
coiling.
There were no foeticide qualms,
in rappelling to shamanic healing.
It was not a deference for any
deity. A ritual
gives you
name, gives
you fame.
Wearing a wooden sandal which
keeps you electrified with
divinity. This is ambulatory.
You move on the green earth
squashing the grass,
grasshoppers
beating the
Venus.
Satish Verma
Categories:
foeticide, art,
Form: ABC
Let me breathe,let me step on this earth
to see the wonderful world of god.
More than that,grant me the
wish to be in your arms.
Do not let the love,which
brought both of u together
become a curse to me ,which makes me
pay a hefty price-i.e. my life.
Kindly do not build me a grave
even before I am born and
do not flush me like waste
for being a girl child.
Is being born as girl such
a crime to you are punishing
me with death?.
please do not fill your heart
with venom instead of love.
I promise to be a good daughter,
take care of you always,
be there for you through thick and thin,
make you proud and laugh.
do not crush my little heart which loves you,
do not break my hands,which craves to hug u.
I am a bundle of happiness not a burden.
Is it too much to ask for a chance
to live and love you?
yes I am girl child,it does not make
me less human.
Just let me have my chance of living and
do not pluck the bud even before it blossoms.
[This poem reflects about the most dangerous crime -female foeticide.I hope this kiling stops forever and girl child is embraced .]
Categories:
foeticide, angst, daughter, introspection, girl,
Form: Free verse
Not asking, was most difficult, from
the magma, to send a hot spring. It was
a classical translation of the pain in winter
of human spell, in a temple festival.
The space widens between us, between
our thighs and absences, while studing
the red roof of the landscape, where blood
had dripped from the cherry blossoms.
I say to mother earth, where the border
begins between your breasts and foeticide.
Warriors were becoming monks or priests
were learning the art to kill.
This road is not going anywhere.
The interval between matter and time
links to movement of grief. The ahead
is tomorrow under siege. Sun is refusing
to melt the snow on mountains.
SATISH VERMA
Categories:
foeticide, art
Form: I do not know?
Ends did not meet, like beginnings,
fact was insulted by fiction:
the newborn stuns the God.
Drop by drop
life drips from ankles.
Desolation takes advantage,
forgets the path, becomes self-centered.
Dialect changes, to taste the foul
heritage,
cadaver breaks the glass jar.
Foeticide of a flute, overnight
the soft face becomes dark. Orange moon
floats like an empty boat.
Waves burn
for the sake of swollen lids of time.
The essence of lies weaves a theme
a skull rolls down on a slide
laughing like sin of omissions.
Night screams.
A hot sun glows from the window.
SATISH VERMA
Categories:
foeticide, daughter, dedication, faith, family,
Form: ABC
Sweet memories haunt me, roaming into the thoughts of my past
I scan through my life , from first to last.
Through the days of struggle, my mom held my hand
Till I grew up and on my feet could stand.
As I traveled through the interiors of the land
Through the forests and plains and fiery sand.
The sun that rose from the east looked beautiful red
But the plight of women was not as said.
Though Sania & Aishwarya have won international acclaim
We still don’t treat the girls and boys as same.
Why then should there be female foeticide
With the parents wanting to see a boy on their side.
It’s the 21st century lets not forget
Times are moving at the sped of jet.
In the name of religion and society our minds are stuck
Ethics , norms , beliefs , we have gone into the muck.
Mother, sister,wife ,daughter are a part of our life
Love,compassion,sacrifice,they have been with us through strife.
Women,rise, we are with you
There is light at the end and a morning of dew.
We will all stand and salute the girl child
For the hand that rocks the cradle, rules the world.
Categories:
foeticide, hope, inspirational, uplifting,
Form: I do not know?