My daughter will fit
perfectly between your tables, bed
She will spread even
on your sleep
whatever you desire.
Perhaps her destiny connects yours
and I did not kill her for you.
Her sisters had no such luck.
They withered before their birth.
And we chanted- Come back as sons.
Come back as men.
Â© All rights are reserved by Kushal Poddar, 2011 (*Wrttn. 19th Oct, 2011)
Small Prints for Whetstone: http://www.unicef.org/india/media_3285.htm
My brother inspired me writing about the secret and open crime of female
Science has added another weapon to the wrong persons. TheÂ sex determination tests and female foeticide has made a few parts of this country desert. Perhaps we look forward to a Lemming conduct of self destruction upon reaching a point of population. But there can be no such sweeping reason.