HAPPY INTERNATIONAL GIRL CHILD DAY!
A HAPLESS DAUGHTER’S LETTER FROM HER MOTHER’S WOMB
O my dear Papa and Mom,
Now I am helpless and dumb,
Unable to yell, yelp, utter, shout or speak,
So,I’m penning this letter in an invisible ink!
O my prized Papa, I am the outcome of your biological joy,
I am not at all a trifling ‘Use and Throw’ toy!
I am your own pure blood,
Yes, you are my living Lord!
In me runs always your filial love flood,
Isn’t its tickling whispering to you heard?
O my respected Papa, from the womb to the tomb,
You are my ultimate Fate and doom!
You are my sweet laughter,
You are my sour tear,
You are my pain killer,
You are my wound healer,
You are my sorrow feeler,
And you are my great begetter!
O my adorable Papa, we are never ever separable,
By all your means despicable and deplorable!
We are one and the very same,
Despite a different shape and a varied name!
O my revered Papa, we are part and parcel,
Like a train and the rail,
Like sweetness and sugar,
Like oxygen, hydrogen and water,
Like days, nights and Time,
Like words, a poet and a rhyme,
Like sunlight and heat,
Like a hard earned win and delight,
Like milk and vitamin,
Like shade and leaves green,
Like coconut and oil,
Like mineral and soil,
Like Virtue and heaven,
Like the sea and rain!
O my beloved Papa, had my Mom been in my Fate,
Could you have got your present form at any rate?
Had your priceless Mom and her valued Mom,
Been cursed with my hapless and ghastly state,
Where could your precious life have found from,
How could have you seen the current momentous date?
Hence, O my reverent Papa, do kindly on me relent,
Don’t let me be mercilessly ground with many a dent,
Don’t suppress your Inner Voice to later repent,
Don’t crush your Conscience being so insolent,
Don’t be more venomous than a savage serpent,
Be judicious in obeying Nature’s Law as a noble Saint:
To acquit yourself of foeticide,
To restore a rare filial love,
To give justice to a girl child,
Around whom the human life does revolve!
O my loving Papa, who is to be blamed for my malady?
The sane scientist for his immortal fatal discovery,
The shrewd lewd doctor for his/her inordinate greed,
The ill-fated foetus – your so called invaluable breed,
Or, you yourself – a stain on your very name,
Or, you yourself – a synonym for a stigmatic shame,
Or, you yourself – a self devastating and disrupting flame?
Good bye, dear Papa, please, do write to me- the real culprit’s name.
©Shankar D Mishra 18 .02.2017
Whatsapp number: 8270604524
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