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.