A Mistake Poem by mahvash AMU

First day of my life
And I was served with a knife;
At that small age, what had I done
It is true, the mistake was one;

Yelps and cries all over the place
As everyone was indulged in a race;
Me lying on burning floor with an innocent face
Floor really seemed like a burning furnace;

A minute ago, everybody was flattered
Glancing at me, their dreams shattered;
I was covered with a cloth torn and tattered
My back was burning but it hardly mattered;

Yes I was a ‘she', that was my mistake
My heart was transparent like a lake;
My tear filled eyes were asking for help
But nobody bothered my cry or yelp;

A man stood up with anguish look
A sharp and shiny knife then he took;
Feminine hearts were beating so fast
As they knew I would hardly last;

Man with anguish looks was none
He was my father only and one;
Crowd present there was around a ton
I was to be slayed and they had fun;

My mother's lap was hungry for me
Yes to pick me, to hug me, to kiss me;
As she stepped little to save me
My father has already started slaying me;

One and a two and a three and a four
The silence was bitter and sour;
Suddenly a painful scream hit the floor
And was finally killed with the stabs of four;

Red was the color all over the place
The second I was born I saw this race;
People were empathetic towards this face
But nobody was there to have a ‘she' craze;

At last I died with the smile quiet well
Because I was happy to leave such hell.