Bloodshed

Mom Why you killed me !Mom Why you killed me!

I shed tears from swollen eyes

I woke from nightmare,repented my inside

A blue light,haunted me ,standing beside

As it came closer to me ,to make me realize

It’s a sin of my past deeds ,drenched me from inside

I fed her ,nurture her like a bride

Food transferred  to her from placenta pipe

Fondle her senses,body organs developed inside

Heartbeat,Dhak!Dhak!,Lungs breathe

Embraced from inside , her sharp  kicks,laughs make me excite

Multiple times I  enchanted  stories , with her of my life

  Soumya( My little angel),who died in cold night

No yelling,Screams helped me from saving innocent child

No NGO’s ,Police  and system come ,to assist her to be alive

Doctor Diagnose the fate of my  inborn child

I gave birth to a girl ,A blunder offense of my life

Torture,Assaulted  my inside,Devil played games to abandoned the child

Sleeping pills played his work, When I opened my eyes

I was at the hospital,saw Red sheets ,a pathetic sight

Immense pain and grief ,I felt for my dead child

Unlucky Mom , sunken my heart from inside

No photo,Memories left,To reminscie the essence of my child

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  1. Hey DEAR
    READ IT TOO.My fellow writer just embellished the pain into words in order to spread the awareness just like you did..

    I Am Your Baby Mum – Poem by Dr. Antony Theodore

    I am your baby Mum.
    I did not come on my own Mum.
    God’s angels flew down to your womb
    from the mighty heavens
    and placed me in your holy womb.

    I did not come on my own mum;
    God wanted it so.

    I was so happy in my new cave of love,
    in your holy womb
    and slept there peacefully.
    The angles watched.
    They prayed
    to keep me safe always
    till I will be born on the face of the earth.

    They practiced heavenly songs of birth
    to play on their golden harps on my birthday.

    When I was sleeping in your womb
    The angels used to come to me.
    You did not know it, my dearest Mum.

    I was happy to be born
    as your beloved child.

    I wanted to smile
    I wanted to sing
    I wanted to play
    I wanted to suck your breast milk
    Until you were satisfied.
    I wanted to see the smile on your face
    When I suck all your milk from your loving breasts.

    They were my dreams in your womb, Mum.

    But on a cruel day
    you decided to kill me.

    The devils in the Hades
    heard about your decision.
    They brought the loudest drum,
    played in the devilish rhythms.
    All the devils came together,
    came and danced in circles,
    jumping and singing.
    They danced in lines.
    They danced in circles.
    They danced on the toes.
    They danced on their heads.
    They sang the wildest of songs
    and the devil drummers played.
    The whole hell was happy
    that you decided to kill me.

    You know how much I cried?
    You know how many angels cried?
    Do you know how the whole heaven cried
    on my day of death in your holy womb?

    A moment before i was cruelly murdered
    I saw the All-Powerful God crying helplessly.

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    1. Aw !This is marvellous poem .It leave me spellbound nd speechless.Could please send me the link of your blogger friend.I’m highly obliged that you share this masterpiece with me .I loved it and want to Reblog it,but its on same topic.Thanks a lot for reading my poem too Nd sharing this πŸ‘ŒπŸ‘β€

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  2. Dear Shayra
    I am compunctioned because my writer friend does not belong to WordPress.I Wil definitely convey your chaste remarks to him dear.πŸ‘πŸ‘πŸ‘πŸ˜ŠπŸ˜ŠπŸ˜ŠπŸ˜Š

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    1. Thanks buddy .But it pained to see that there is no change in the situation.All read poems,articles in magazine, newspaper ,liked them ,thought for a while then forget forever. It need to be change ,to change people mentality .But the truth is it will take a long time to change the whole scenario. When I was selecting pics for this topic,my heart brokes ,pained to see many pics reflecting brutality,murder of humanity .They throw newborn in dustbin.Disgusting .

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      1. yes… you are absolutely right shayra .. specially.. I belong from rural area and I have seen so many abortion cases in my relatives also… But .. They don’t take it seriously and it might be possible change the mindset of old generation.. but Trust me.. If you keep writing on this type of issues.. we would have seen change in young generation as early as possible.. Bcoz.. here are so many teenagers.. one day they will be parents,doctor,police and they will be responsible to change the world…so, something is better than nothing…. so Don’t worry..just Keep writing and we are always here to support you…. padhega India tabhi badega India…

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      2. Thanks for so much motivation,thanks for believing in my thoughts.I dare to write on social issues just thinking that atleast my readers will implement it ,or bring change.Now,it seems like I should not stop writing on this critical issues,bcoz here World is listening me.Thanks a lot for your kind words and reading my all post with sincerity.

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  3. So basically you went this time for female foeticide in asserting and child foeticide in general.Portrayed beautifully.Many abortions take place but abortion of a developed child is harsh and intolerant.Just look at the fifth line once hope there is little awkwardness there.Dont take any offence

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      1. Ye line ka Mlb h k vo shadow ,light uske paas h,use realize karane k liye mom ko bcoz vo toh mom ko h guilty manta h .Still i will think about it

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