Prashant Singh Thakur
The Unborn Girl Child
I remember the hymn of your heartbeat
as a lullaby your soul sang to me.
Inside the will of nourishing life,
out of love, I was made to be.
I have seen the colors vibrant everywhere
in your reflections as you danced.
In a magical world I was cherished
and I smiled at your serene glance.
I knew the sound of the rain
as it chanted on our roof.
I saw people smiling back at me.
Completeness never asked for a proof.
Why this dream of mine was halted
when my destiny was still not sketched.
How could you decide not to have me?
It was your ...