GIRL CHILD

Every day she dies in the womb before she is born
every eight minutes she is abducted 
raped , murdered or mutilated ,
every minute, outraged
every second, scorned and hated ;
every moment curling up
into an abyss of utter helplessness
before picking up a voice to speak,
her words forced to melt
into cries and a long shriek .

She is to a misty future bound
With her words that resound
without any real sound
in the hollows of our unconcern
where we also emptily burn
with enough space for them to bleed
only with a select few from gen new
who to her growing woes like to heed .

How long have they to suffer like this ?
Those darling dolls of lost fathers
who were made to suddenly vanish
into deserts of a wild cactus
where deadly serpents hiss
defying all set rules
and branding life on this Earth
a sheer blemish !

When will those dead Shikhandinis rise
from purgative fire to fight
and win back their basic right
for the second sex’s
true and free self to flourish !!!

comp. n copyright: saroj k. padhi.
25/06/14