Small Hands Poem by Tarun Sharma

dedicated to the girl (foetus) whom parents kill in India just because she is a girl.


If you have been ever touched
by her small hands
if you have been ever touched
by her tiny chucky smile on face

if you have been ever danced
on her childish prayers
if you have ever listen
to the fluted pronunciation through her lips

if you have been ever seen her in
the tiny skirt just dazzling here and there
if you have been ever watched her
running fast and tumbling on the mud

if you have ever seen
the cute little print of her foot on floor after she washed
if you have ever seen her
falling asleep folding her small hands and fingers touching the palm


if you have ever seen
what i mean to share
please don't kill her
if you wanna see