Hands stretched open “she doctor” left. <br />Behind her follows a thousand hands. <br />Tiny bodies who got terminated, <br />even before natural birth and death. <br /> <br />We never saw sun shine, earth or sky, <br />neither moon nor shine of stars. <br />Embryo of our dreams got shattered, <br />plucked from womb of infidelity. <br /> <br />Floating with a scalpel you chopped, <br />counted our heads as souvenirs. <br />Creating a mansion by our bones, <br />did you not live an empty life? <br /> <br />Here we pity your helpless plight. <br />Our souls swing tied on a tiny cradle. <br />In those barren wombs we lie dry. <br />As fried out seeds of hypocrisy. <br />_________________<br /><br />Satheesan Rangorath<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/who-tied-those-empty-cradles-on-a-tree-top/
