1. Bless Me, I Am All Yours…. [appeal To Countrymen]
A new cell excited to breathe
by Abha Sharma
Full of passion, emotions, needs,
Fill the womb with new hopes
The maternal affection Adrenal supports.
Few months’ delight, alas! is left behind
When Devil with Technology the treaty signed,
The Doctor Chemist plenty earn
When the female fetus is discerned.
All abortive tools combine
And life saving drugs their duties resign,
The last journey to Heaven is neared,
When the little angel’s body severed.
Mother’s dismal tears plead to be gentle
Atrocious qualms turn her mental,
Motherhood, natal cares, in stupor lie
Cannot bid her baby last goodbye.
It’s a dead society where corpses demand
Hatred, Illiteracy, and Greed command,
Come out of this trance and learn to live
It’s an Almighty’s world, not a Man’s bid.
Mothers of the world, please unite
Kill the Devil promoting Feticide,
Courage your guts, swallow your strife
Bless your charming DAUGHTERS, a beautiful life.
[Written with Hope in anticipation of Support]