(108) Abort it

(108) Abort it.



“ No! No! I cannot endure,
No! It is too much.”
A cry of disturbed wilderness,
as if struck by delirium,
A shriek of disbelief.
like a studious examinee
Struck by a series of
Questions unprepared.
Is it a blithering cry?
Or a blockbuster move?
What she is up to? why this scream
like battalions of army disintegrated?
It is a soul’s plight of denigration,
Her moments of agony and despair
domineered by demonic power,
How to extinguish the embers of stigma?
You call it a disgrace?



The penultimate day of solemnization,
hurriedly called by the military,
Wedding marred , union barred,
anxious wait for the paramour,
till now no sign of his existence,
His imprint in her womb,
many kicks to remind her of the cause,
to reprimand her for the lapse,
She is struck by contrition,
How to answer the unborn infant’s call?
her wiry thin body resists,
Her womb out of necessity endures,
Yet her spirits dampened, demoralised,
by the pricks of poke-noses,
Some intruder’s officious remarks ,
“ why not go for an abortion?
now abortion is legalised,”
Yet, her questioning soul uncompromising,
“ why don’t you abort the sinful
Sinister, heinous thought?”
She will not double her sin, sin,
She will carry his imprint,
She WILL proclaim her perpetuity
She WILL promote her dynasty.