Contemporary Literary Review India | Print ISSN 2250-3366 | Online ISSN 2394-6075 | Impact Factor 8.1458 | Vol. 7, No. 3: CLRI August 2020
Sakshi Kumar
A Girl Child
In the midst of December when I was born,
My parents were joyous, but the family mourn.
As Almighty gave me a form of girl
They suspected if I could ever substantiate to be a pearl.
Alas! They mourned as if something was pathetic
Holy! They lose their chance of being joyous from aesthetic.
My parents bestowed me from delight,
But society halted my soul from all new flights;
Every tiny flaw by me lent them a chance to poke,
In their company vibes were so choked.
They still crave to Almighty for a Boy
Birth of Girl Child could never bring them joy.
As days flew away with time
My love could not intoxicate them like wine.
Will I ever receive their Love? - I enquired
Grief! Nevertheless, they consider boys prior.
Plodding with my endeavours I gained enormous victory
Still, this could not fill them with jovial of tapestry
Alas! We talk a lot about women's right
But, who's the reason for this fight?
Is it precisely the rapist which commence with molestation
Or we are the actual culprits of this foundation
Do they confront prejudice from their kins
O, Christ! Escort us against such sins
Lord! I wonder if my verse could ever alter
The current scenario
Will this society, ever rise above hypocrites?
Will, they ever see girls at par
Or just shut them behind bars?
Will egalitarianism yonder out of books
Or will boys always remain prior either by hook or by crook?
I ponder will ever birth of girl child bring cheer
Or perpetually escort some fear?
Terror of being assassinated before birth,
Or the terror of never acquiring their worth?
Terror of being assaulted by society,
Or encountering any sort of anxiety.
Nevertheless, Terror of not being regaled right
Even if they shine bright.
Crucially, the Terror of being born as a frail
Instead, of male.