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  • suhani05 36w

    So , most of the ppl know abt sex-selective abortion.
    It is the practice of terminating a pregnancy based upon the predicted sex of the infant.
    It's mainly done in girl child case which means male children are more valued as compared to female children.
    According to me , abortion is a murder.
    No one has right to kill anyone before his /her birth.

    As mentioned above in the poetry , a girl child is telling her feelings to her mother nd blaming her also that her mother is killing her. So .. absolutely no, in most of the cases , the mothers are forced by their family to abort the girl child.
    There is no intension to blame only a mother for the abortion.

    Thnkyou @_aradhana di for suggesting me this topic❤️✨

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    कन्या भूण हत्या..

    एक बेटी अपनी मां के कोख से अपनी मां को कहती है-
    "क्या डर शब्द से मेरी मुलाकात करवा रही हो..
    जिंदगी की शुरुआत डरने से करवा रही हो..?
    या कहीं..तुम जीने का हक मुझसे छीन रही हो..
    एक लड़की हूं..इसकी सजा तुम दे रही हो..?
    मां तुम खुद एक बेटी हो..एक बेटी की जान क्या तुम ले पाओगी..?
    पर डर शब्द से मेरी पहचान तुमने करवा दी..
    दुनिया को देखने की मेरी इच्छा अब तुमने मरवा दी..।।
    इस दुनिया में मेरा अस्तित्व होगा या नहीं..या बस एक शरीर कहलाऊंगी..।
    'तुझे तेरी मां के कोख में ही मार देना चाहिए था'- बार-बार यह सुनवाई जाऊंगी..।।
    मां तुम खुद एक बेटी हो..एक बेटी की जान क्या तुम ले पाओगी..?
    सबसे अनजान..पर तेरी जान..
    अब मरने के लिए सक्रिय है..।
    क्योंकि अब रोशनी से ज्यादा मुझे अंधकार प्रिय है..।।"

    समाज की आंख पर तो पर्दा है..।
    पर एक मां तो देख सकती है कि
    एक बेटी का उसकी कोख से बाहर आना एक स्पर्धा है..।।
    निर्दयता को ये समाज दे देता है मात..।
    एक बेटी के जन्म से पहले ही करवा देता है
    असुरक्षित शब्द से उसकी मुलाकात..।।

  • prernaaa 86w

    Only if.

    If she's between 21-25, don't waste her time,
    She's struggling to gather all the shit together,
    trying to build the empire on her own and takes a trip of lands she heard in bed time stories, want to be an independent lady.
    Fall in love only if it leads to marriage.
    She got no time to be played with.

  • sivanathvijaya 158w

    There are thousands of beautiful women in India.those scars or burns just couldn’t stop them to be one

  • advaitha 210w

    In Her Eyes.

    I was strolling by the road

    On a way to reach my abode.

    It was a windy day.

    a pleasant rustle of the leaves

    & Scent of deodar filled the air

    On my way I had to halt.

    Due to a unforeseen downpour.

    It seemed that clouds did not care about the season.

    Or the pleasant autumn breeze.

    They appeared like they were venting undribbled pain

    Accumulated in them for a life time

    I sought shelter in the shade of a banyan tree.

    Where I met a woman.

    She seemed to be an affable person.

    She was affluent with words & eloquent with speech.

    She had an alluring moonlit face.

    Lovely cherry red lips

    On which she wore an elegant smile

    Which was soothing & serene

    She had a beautiful bosom.

    A slender waist. A wide hip & thick highs.

    With flawless curves. & white skin.

    She seemed like a piece of ivory

    On which finest artisan had worked on.

    Indeed she was like an aesthetic sculpture

    Which could make an ascetic go ecstatic..!

    She had silk like smooth hair

    With a simple flip of her hair.

    Or maybe just a gentle stroke on her hair.

    With her slender fingers.

    Could draw men into a temptation

    To worship her beauty by planting a kiss

    Not knowing what his harsh hands

    Could do to pristine & soft of body of hers.

    But When I say her eyes.

    A sense of fear struck me.

    Fear that I would be devoured.

    By those beautiful blue eyes

    Which were Deep & mysterious

    They did devour me.

    They were soo deep.

    That I lost the track of depth.

    In those depths my soul got entangled.

    In an enigma of her thoughts.

    Which were uncanny & inscrutable.

    I could feel the pain she had been experiencing.

    I could sense the sorrow she had to face.

    In the flames of her agony & rage

    My soul begun to burn

    I could not feel myself any more,

    All I could experience was her suffering.

    As my soul was screaming with pain.

    Tears begun to flow from my eyes.

    I regained my senses.

    When I heard her soft voice saying.

    May be it is dust in the wind, just wipe your eyes.

    I was smiling after what I heard.

    Trying to control my best.

    The burst of tears from my eyes

    As the rain paused.

    I resumed my walk to my home.

    In my home I was sprawling upon the bed.

    As my mother brought me a cup of hot tea.

    That moment when I saw her eyes

    They had a distant resemblance with those of the women I have met.

    My heart started to fill with anguish.

    Thoughts begun to spiral in my mind like a whirl pool

    sucking up my consciousness

    Unable to deny the fact how I was responsible for anything

    Then i prayed for a flood

    or may be an ocean

    to wipe me of this confounding state

    Unable to stand this anymore.

    I close my eyes .

    As I close my eyes

    I dream. I dream ,& dream

    I dream how I cloud have changed the things for better

    I dream how I could do nothing but watch

    I dream of a day when won’t have to go through this any longer.

    I dream to stay strong,

    to fight my way through,to the change i want to make.

    I dream every time, every moment, I close my eyes

    until the moment when sun rises on the day

    when I would not find a spec of pain in the eyes of the women.