Forgive Me, My Child
Forgive Me, My Child
Sweating screaming shuddering
l wake up in the middle of night
How could you kill a part of your being
Deafening shrieks seize me tight
My mind pounding my soul cursing
Haunting cries of my murdered baby
Leave me dumb and distraught
Why did you turn your womb into tomb
What was my crime, she asks
How can you sleep with your hands
Soaked with my innocent blood
How could you commit the horrendous crime
How could your tears not shed
How could I explain to her?
Shaken to core my spirit flogged
My motherly instinct bitterly wept
My soul shrieked my heart bled
When I smeared my hands red
But weren't you the seed of lust?
How could I explain to her?
Girls have shattered glass ceiling
But they are still chained in fetters
Perverts are still on the prowl
Scourge of dowry still batters
Mindsets still stuck in quagmire
Brides are still burnt alive
Three months olds are ripped apart
End to Nirbhayas' nightmare not in sight
Forgive me, my child
Your traumatized mother could not let you live
A life of stigma and ostrasization
Forgive me, my child
Your life would have been a living hell
With pervert society's barbs and bursts
Heaped on progeny of rape, of lust