The Sex...

I was nourished as a seed of love.....

I didnt know that people will hate me like a black dove

Times have changed...hearts have not

Minds have changed but thoughts have not....

They kill me,

They kill me even before i start to breathe......

I have equal right to be here

I have equal right to be free like a flying eagle........

I shed tears............I even shed blood

Books are for boys

For me there are always used toys...

I have been thrown away in rivers

I have been hung on trees

I have no woolen clothes 

To save myself from the winter freeze

What i have done

I dont understand

Being myself has become such a curse

Its just my existence which hurts you so much

Its just my life that makes you brutal so much

I was a muse for some

I was an inspiration for everyone

I was the prime ministr

I am the president

I was an IPS

Still answer to having a girl child is not a  YES

I doubt my fate every day

Just dont kill me thats what i pray the whole day

Today in indian villages and in cities

the girl child is still taken as a curse

Some are killed....many are not born...

Some are sold and some have terrible 

stories which are still untold......

Everyone has a right to live

                       SAVE THE GIRL CHILD