Brutal Business Poem by Namita Rani Panda

A business brutal and beastly
Where the living images of God:
The future of a nation
Some helpless women's dream, hope and bundle of jubilation
Are reduced to mere marketable commodities
For which factories flower and flourish
In the name of maternity homes,
Fenced with high walls
With crowded dingy rooms,
Worn ard dirty mattresses,
Muggy air to breathe in
No chance of leaving the premises,
If anyone dares
Starvation and torture, the only reward,
A new dynamic form of exploitation
Where pain is never soothed by the first cry of the newborn
But poignant pain pervades perpetually,
The flower of flesh is swapped for purposes unknown
Maybe for adoption by wealthy but childless couples
For whom marriage is only a baby producing union,
Or for domestic help
Or to work as slave in mines or plantation
Or for prostitution
Or to be tortured and sacrificed in occultism!
The vultures in guise of benevolent good doors
Promise to protect from hunger, harsh weather,
To shield from shame and stigma
Prey teenage unwed pregnant girls
Kidnap and alienate from family members,
Lure with false promises of jobs
And the moment they are in their claws
No more they are Nisha, Nishat, Neelam, Nanet or Naija
But mere machines: baby producers.
These factories run ruthlessly
With the fuel of insatiable greed, coldest callousness,
Of another bunch of machines with more power,
The devilish agents
Who torture and rape the poor cluster of machines
To impregnate them
To produce marketable commodities of flesh and blood
And with bumper offer they sell:
Bye one and get in free dream and hope!
This systematic inhuman corruption goes on,
Will continue in full swing
As long as social stigma pervades,
Poverty perpetuates,
Indifferent are the people in power
And more over women are unaware!