An attempt at an ode to all lives lost to infanticide

It’s not the dowry
It’s not even honour
It’s certainly not my face

It’s you who I want to save

From a world too callous
To view you as a life
For you are a commodity
Impotent part of a live trade
A lost transaction
Even before the deal is made

From a world too bitter
To value you as a being
For your emotions don’t count
Rules far too many to obey
A stifling existence
Decay to stillness everyday
…

It’s not a mother justifying her guilt

It’s a mother making amends
between her and her child
It’s a mother telling her child
about the love she has for her
It’s a mother who is unable to
but has to let go of her princess
It’s a mother who has no voice
against what her society declares
It’s a mother who has no daring
of winning her baby a chance at life
It’s a mother who begs forgiveness
before she hands over the doc a cheque