Life of 'An Unborn Colleen'

I, breather number 13012001,

See out of my mother's womb,

To know how the world looks.

Is my mother safe around the one,

Who pretends to love her?

Am I safe in her womb?

And many other questions,

Hurtle in my heart.

I was taken to ultrasound,

To detect my gender.

It was the time when I and my mother,

Came to know that her beloveds were no more.

I was as scared as my mother,

I knew, if my gender will be revealed,

They will kill me.

Then!

I, will not be able to grow.

I, will not be able to see my life ahead.

I, will not be able to give my mother,

That happiness of calling her 'Maa'.

I will be termed as a curse.

I will be not given my life to play well.

I wanted to let my mother know,

That she had an upcoming warrior in her womb.

I wanted her to save my life.

I wanted her to fight for our right.

I wanted to come out of that uterus.

I wanted my mother to be called by my name.

But then,

As I came back home from the hospital,

The one who was celebrating the pregnancy news,

Were now abusing her.

I came to know that the people,

Will not let my life breathe.

They will dispatch me.

They will destroy my dreams.

They will erase all our happiness.

And I,

I will be not able to utter anything.

Not even my mother, because she knew,

If she let me come to this beautiful world,

And gives me birth, my life,

Even then the surroundings will not let her girl live,

And face the near future.

Hence, they took my life.

Everyone together made a decision,

To let the child be aborted.

So, in the last minute of my life,

I talked to my mother connecting her, through hearts.

I gave her signs that I wanted my life.

I kicked in her womb,

I wanted her to feel that I was crying.

I wanted to see her face and to live with her brace.

I wanted her to know that yes, I have a life.

I had a heart that was beating hard in her womb.

I wanted to let her know that,

A body was keenly waiting to come out of her womb.

But she kept her hand over her pregnant belly,

Explaining me the situations,

She wiped out her tears and went to the operation theatre.

My sobbing mother prayed to God,

To take the life of her daughter as well as herself,

So that they could not bear the pain ahead.

And hence!

The breather number 13012001, died.