I overheard my father say…
They are surely killing me today
My grandfather said that I will always be a burden
My grandmother assumes that I’ll make father loose his turban
My father had spent all his savings to know my gender
For me, even my mother’s heart didn’t become tender
I am not even born and they fear the spends on my dowry
They haven’t even seen me and I seem to be their biggest worry
‘’Let’s pray only for sons’’ they all say every minute…
‘’It’s just an unborn child… it’ll feel no pain – we just kill it’’
I’ve heard enough… I rather die
I’ve felt the greatest sorrow even before I could cry
God answers my prayers and theirs…
Just a few hours before my abortion my heart tears
The last thing I heard is what my father gleefully said
‘’No need for that expensive injection… it is almost dead’’


