GIRL CHILD
BY EKAKSHRA MAHAJAN
The tender cry on the soft pillow
silences the heart far below.
Finding it might be difficult
as the heart beats away,
but killing the child forever
is a sin committed today.
Girl child, yes is who I am talking about,
but you don’t care
as you yourself act as a lout
The poor thing can’t say a word,
but hopes to soar high in the sky
like a bird
Alas! you kill it
without a feeling
in your heart’s core.
