ON ABORTIVE KNIEF;

 

 

ON ABORTIVE KNIEF;

 

When embryo’s  soft bud

 blossoms  slow and  steady,

 spongy flesh   with a crave

  for fingers and peeling layers,

 

 before He fixes eyes and ears

 inside womb, the protective

warm cove,  cruel outside world

 with tongue doughty uncontrollable,             

 

could be  instinctive dictated  mother

or   doctor’s advice of lack  of stamina,

induces her for a game of negation,

what right she has to  suppress  the growing?

 

Cruel abortive instruments ,

twangs of  stubborn application

in moments of   thoughtless move

finish the  job of destruction.

 

One life, one  soul and  one moulid

to be thrown in a  mound or field

lifeless  not even breath,

may be for new  breath elsewhere;

 

woe to the metal or man or woman

who performed this ungodly deed .

l