What are little girl's lives made of? <br />Not sugar, nor spice <br />Nothing quite so nice. <br /> <br />In the snug darkness of your womb, <br />When you stealthily sensed my presence, <br />You tore me out in haste, <br />Long before my term <br />And snuffed out my little life <br />As if I was a worm. <br /> <br />Elsewhere... in some nameless village, <br />On a hot and dusty morn, <br />I announce with a lusty cry, <br />'Mother I am Born' <br /> <br />But you sing a dirge to me, <br />With tears my body you soak, <br />You feed me husk with milk <br />And dig my grave as I choke. <br /> <br />Did you never yearn my mother, <br />To feel my soft curls in your arms <br />Or press fierce against my cheeks <br />As you fall to their dimpled charms? <br /> <br />Or kiss my little hands, <br />That hugs you so tight in sleep <br />Or bless my grateful heart <br />That loves you ever so deep! <br /> <br />Mother, I am your flesh and blood, not regret, <br />No mirage you choose to forget, <br />Grant me a life; I am your daughter, <br />Not a blunder in your quest for my brother!<br /><br />Asha Mathew<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/musings-of-a-nameless-soul/
