God's Gift (A Tribute To All Unborn Girls) Poem by Jyoti Patil

O father, don't kill me,
Let me see the world,
Let me enjoy the pleasure of living,
I want to live and play;

Like my brothers, like my other cousins,
I want to dance and sing,
Like carefree birds, like other kids,
I'm also a living being,

Don't insult my mother,
Don't force her to kill me in her womb,
I'm as much your part,
My mother wants me to live;

Family pressure, the expectation for a male child,
Force her to accede
Why she be held responsible
For this bitter and blatant decision.

I may be a great support to you,
In emotional connect and comfort,
In care and concern,
In difficult times when you are in dire need,
Your son will be far away from you sans any heed,
But I'll there to give heart's solace,
I'm God's gift to you.

Papa save me and let me live…