Plea Of A Female Foetus Poem by Deepa Kochhar

What wrong have I done
My life has not even begun
Me you both should nurture
How have you turned butcher
I am your flesh, blood and part
Do you not have a heart
I might grow up to be a doctor, or nun
And look after you more then your son
I will shower you with affection
Do not think of me as a burden
I am like a little angel
With my coming all will be well
your own child how can you not care
besides its inhuman unjust and unfair
can you think of a society with all males
no one to carry the name and tell tales
now that women are getting chances
they are getting more and more success
please wake up and give it a thought
you might be loosing a lot
Feticide is cold blooded murder
you cannot do that to your daughter
u might be denying the world of a Indra
a laxmi bai a kalpana or a sonia
wake up wake up, and become aware
give me, your daughter not death but care.