Sobbing Word Poem by Namita Rani Panda

In the dark night
who is this lady
who wanders alone in the street
in rags, matted hair?

A known face it seems
wounded and bleeding profusely
her foetus being killed in her womb.

Yes I do remember
whom I had seen once long before
She has been stabbed with sharp edged silence:
So obstinate and egoistic
Her wish to be articulated is aborted
Punished mercilessly for its longing to be free
Can't you hear the silent sobbing of your word?