Baby Girl by Leela Soma

The cry of a new born pierces shrill

Naked to the world, nine months borne full

the urge, the need to suckle, flesh to flesh

a miracle, five pounds, perfect, but unwanted.

 

The breadwinner stamps his will unchallenged

another mouth to feed, another dowry to be found

not hands to earn a crust, the burden of her nuptials

In his eyes, was too great a threat?

 

The Indian village looks askance as baby girl lies

abandoned, her breath stopped

before life can begin, buried deep in mother earth.

The mother’s screams are of no avail

ser womb, used, tired and emptied she’s

forced to try again, for a much wanted boy.

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