Sane Insanity....(Narration Of A Female Foetus) Poem by Ritika Abigail

At a very special moment
Dear I was conceived;
Ignorant of the ghastly torment
By which my origin deceived.

Lying in the safest place
Deep inside a mothers womb;
All thought I brought her the grace
But for my SHE being my doom.

Yet to be called a baby
With all the love and care umbilical;
The ulterior of human shabby
robbed me of thumb and milk to suckle.

I handnt even breathed
Or roll out a tear;
I didnt know pain and death
Or man's sanity itself my fear.

It was a mere jostle
And I thought I was premature;
Nauseated was me in the unknown tussel
Between the man and the Mother nature.

They seized my very right
To pave into the world by birth;
Someday in his own fight
Man shall cry my love and dearth.

sometimes now-I ponder
God has been fair to me unborn;
For me robbed even a beginning-I wonder
What would it be for those SHE born